It's for the birds

Insomnia is fear of silence. A time of worry, a time to grieve. Not fond of isolation. Letting my mind wander to children moving away from home, college life impending. Insomnia takes me to the point of almost not caring anymore because I lose all semblance of rationality in this funk. Insomnia sits next to me on the side of the bed, patiently waiting for me to give in, but I wont. It's too quiet to quit. There are too many things to do and if I stop, I get stagnant. So I keep on going, because I have to. I like my insomnia in some warped way. It gives me a special time that all my own. It lets me create, and dream. It gives me little sleep but great insight. I guess I'll go to bed, or try. Keep your eyes open.