It’s a little past midnight and I’m wide awake. Most of the people I’d talk to at this hour are in bed already or about there. It’s a work day tomorrow for some of them after all.
I tried to close the tabs on my browser several times today and got lost. It happens frequently. Sometimes too frequently.
I get lost in pages of inspiration. It’s what breeds more inspiration.
But it has its drawbacks too.
My mind resembles my notebooks. The words run together and twirl and dance. Sometimes it’s just too fun to play in the rain.
Hours drop off like nothing.
Five o’clock becomes eight o’clock becomes midnight becomes…
I think I’ve seen as much sunrises as I have sunsets.
(…Well… when I am not sifting through tabs.)
There’s too much to do. There’s too much information I need to absorb.
I wish I could just get some sleep already.
Stupid broken overactive brain.