I can't sleep... I have insomnia... for some reason my mind is too active to switch off - as if it is flooded with too many thoughts, too many feelings, too many ideas, leaving me staring at the clock. As I have laid here in bed, under the covers, with my eyes momentarily closed and then open wide, I have been thinking and wondering about life and where the lights of my journey have taken me... I have been flicking through the many pages of the book of where I have been, with whom, why, and how, and considering the many rhyming verses of my internal and external poetry. I don't know why this happened tonight of all nights - but what I realised was that, like everything, I was meant to be awake for a reason... I don't know why, what, or who stopped me from sleeping the whole night through; but as a result of not being able to sleep I chose to do something I had not truly done for a while: listen - and what did I hear at this early hour? Nothing, no one - and yet I know that something and someone was right there with me holding my hand and telling me not to hold back. I know that most people would rather be sleeping when everybody else around them is doing the same, but no matter what someone is doing someone else on the other side of the world may be doing the complete opposite - and for every person who is able to sleep all night and every night there are those whose mind sometimes finds it hard to get the rest that it needs, and though most of the time I can and do sleep like a log tonight, this morning, I find myself a poetry writing member of The Restless Club.