It’s currently 1:30am as I write this post. I’ve been tossing and turning in my bed for about 3 hours now. You’d think I’d be out cold considering I’ve been up since 5am from the previous day, but I’m Wide awake. My minds been racing as if I’m trying to tell my self something.
I cannot sleep. Just before bed I had finished painting the picture of how my life’s going to turn out. I’ve done this hundreds of times but I had never lost any sleep because if it. This time a wave of inspiration hit me like the cold air that’s currently circulating around my body.
The odd thing is, the thoughts tormenting my sleep have nothing to do with anything I had just researched for my future. I found myself thinking about life and relationships, I began getting flashbacks of experiences and memories that I always turn…
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