You are critical because I am critical. I will be criticized as I hear your thoughts with so few follows. We all have so much to tell that our stories often feel tedious and mundane. Nothing original going on in our head. Is originality truly possible? Hasn’t it all been said before so perhaps we look for new ways to describe the original. Make it seem new again. Hold it up to the light to see a new fascet that illuminates our mind for a brief moment. Reminding us of essential truths. We matter even if we walk alone.
It is 3 am, and I have insomnia again. I sometimes wonder if I am supposed to sleep four hours a night. Maybe my brain is special, and sleep deprivation does not affect it. Although I am sure, this blog post proves that wrong. Sleep is as elusive as a wisp of smoke. We have an abusive relationship as it bullies me with exhaustion during the day while leaving my brain teeming with words all night. The words are so loud at night they demand to be heard.