Insomnia....

I never sleep anymore.
Always wide awake and aware,
Luckily I dream with 3 eyes open
Fixed on magnificent endeavors
Can't have my dreams slept on...
Anyway how ya gonna fight life's battles with pajamas on?

I wrote that poem when I was going through an extreme spell of insomnia, surviving off of 3 hours max of sleep every night. But something that was interesting during that time is that I produced the most poetry and some of the most vivid journal entries (yeah, I keep a personal journal too that i *gasp* write with a real pen and er'thing). In those moments of wide awake-ness:

so much creativity flowed in
my veins that
my brain
was blushing from excited capillaries
that burst from the explosion of brilliance.

Damn, an impromptu poem, I love when that happens! Did I mention that my insomnia has returned? Let's see what it will produce this go round.

Peace,

Naturally Alise