somewhere

So I tried to sleep.

But my thoughts are still racing, spinning in circles.

Spinning out of control.


Its strange how my best writing, my best thoughts come while I am lying in the dark.

Not quite asleep, not quite awake but stuck somewhere in between.


And if I continue to lie here,

Continue to succumb to the darkness the thoughts become more profound.

But I will never really know because then I sleep,

And the genius is lost.


So I try to capture it,

But as I sit up and reach for a pen it begins to disappear,

To slip out of my mental grasp and retreat into hiding.

Until I close my eyes and relax my mind and let my literary monster out.