sleepless

here it is. 2am, AGAIN, and i am wide awake. mind going, going, gone. i've decided-in light of my wakefulness- to write poems. i think i am even having under thoughts of putting pressure on myself to write a poem every day for a not-yet-set period of time. i need to push and pursue my own creativity. i was lying here, for hours, thinking of all of the things i could have been doing. with nothing stopping me. no real obstruction between myself and my actions, besides my inaction.

i've come down with a case of writers block, smh. its fine though. this is a shame, i went to bed around 9:30 thinking i was actually going to get some rest. truly played myself. i clearly cannot do bed time before at LEAST 10:30. it was like a nap, & now i can't sleep. hmm. maybe i should do short stories instead of poems. or both. we shall see.

smooch and sweet dreams.

nina