It's 6 am and I haven't slept. Damned coffee.

I also had a lot of *insightful* things to say. These pearls of wisdom hang above my head on uncomfortable restless nights as I contort my body into desperate shapes in an attempt to seduce sleep. But at dawn, they shatter and evaporate like mist. The day muddies my mind and my midnight thoughts evade me.

Oh well. I am wise when I am sleepy? Or maybe, when my guard is let down in the tender hours of the morning, I see right through myself.