I should most definitely be sleeping.
I want to be sleeping.
It’s 1.23am and I’m exhausted and have to be up by 6:30am for a full day.
But something is brewing in my brain and wouldn’t let me fold myself quietly into sleep. This is very rare for me. I usually sleep easy.
I’m thinking about a project.
A story I want to tell.
And it’s getting louder.
Crashing against the fringes of all the other things right in front of me. Insistently asking me to untangle its possibility. It’s been creeping slowly around the edges of my thoughts for a little while. Tentatively connecting a dot here, a dot there. And now it’s roaring so loudly I can’t hear myself think.
I think I’m doomed.
To live this life always hungry. Always yearning. Always chasing these elusive maybes. Untangling these seams of unheard. Driven.
So I’ll pour some words onto paper now and hope that’ll be enough to still the maybes for today.
Hope sleep is finding you more pliable.