My thoughts are painting a picture on the canvas of my mind.

I'm a little bit confused. It's 2.15am and I'm still wide awake. Not awake in the sense of running around like a mad thing, but in the sense of my body being so exhuasted but my mind won't stop and my spirit is so restless; and a restless spirit is rarely something to be ignored.

There's so much to think about!! And the more I think about it, the more I wonder how anyone can get any sleep at all these days with so much going on and all these things that are to be thought and thunked upon.

There's so many thoughts and so many ideas! So much inspiration and motivation. There needs to be activation and innovation! Why am I sitting here in bed, 2.30am, thinking about how people can sleep when there's so much to dream about?

There's SO much! I know this is making no sense, perhaps the fatigue has set in. But all I know is that my mind is running wild, my thoughts are painting a picture on the canvas of my mind. I have no way to express this chaos except in an uninteligiable string of words on this blog. I'm sorry you are subject to this. I just need to run free.