Sleep?

Dang. I wish I didn't need to sleep. Every night my mind tells me something about it is wrong... if only I could catch what that is...

So, I listen to music every night. While I'm wide awake, I harvest it for creativity. Then, I switch over and use it to help drive thoughts from my mind so I can get to sleep.

Some nights the emptiness afterwards doesn't just echo, it resonates, and all I can do is think and imagine until it is spent, which always hapens much too quickly. Every night has a different note, never the same.

This was one thing I captured, as are all my drawings and other poems.

I can't remember having dreams at all for many years... I consider this a good compromise