May 27th, 2011.
Sleep hasn’t been my friend lately; it doesn’t seem to arrive at an easy
hour, yet it lets me lie there in the shadows of my tiny room until 5a.m. On
May 16th, I finally managed to fall a slumber around 2a.m., which is quite amazing. Yet, has fate would have it… inspiration struck me like an arrow
and this is what has come out of this inspirational hour:
“Why does inspiration always come in the middle of the night? Who knows,
but I know the best thing you could do is obey it. Writing is so much simpler
away from a computer, it’s natural, and it is soothing to hear the pen glide
over the paper as if they have been separated for a long, long time maybe too
long.
Writing is a sense of therapy I have… mainly because I always have a
million thoughts running around my mind all day… mainly worrying about the
future… even though I know I shouldn’t.”
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