INSOMNIA serves my imagination well

I just got hired to work at a regular 9-5 job. No more late nights stocking brownie mixes, cans of corn and giant puffy bags of fat free popcorn. There's nothing wrong with that occupation, I know this because I was a part of it for a good 7 years, but I wanted more.  My brain felt like day old oatmeal. Stale, cold and with not one interesting grain of cerebral activity.
So I got a new job and new working hours.
......uh...but I am use to going to bed super late. wait? I have to be at 6am? curses! ok. This is going to taking a little more than just a week of adjustment. So here I lay every night staring at the ceiling imagining that sweet siren named Sleep. I want her to shut my eyes and send me into my dreams in seconds. I have the best dreams! I want to fall asleep easily for once.
(yes. I know I can take melatonin. But I haven't gotten around to it yet.)

I have more energy in the nighttime. The past 7 years have been to perpetuate a perfect night owl existence. I perfected it so well while I live in Brooklyn. So well that I had to move back so I could remember what it's like to live in the light again. haha Yet. Still. No sleep before 3am.
I became so restless last night that I got up and went over to turn on my iPod. I tend to want to fall asleep to the sounds of Sam Cooke, Adele, Jill Scott and Ella Fitzgerald.

No such luck. Something was itching to get out. So with only 3 hours left to sleep, I got up and walked over to my desk and began to draw in my sketchbook. *SIGH* This feeling is so well known and comfortable. My hands wanted to create art!
I was listening to Angus and Julia Stone's "Big Jet Plane" and it was just right to sail into the late nights seas of my imagination.

This is what I came up with:

Insomnia brings out the deeper images that lay dormant in the recesses of my imagination. I am one odd duck. But I became so consumed by the process that I felt like Van Gogh! I was a crazy bearded artist living in a tiny space, with art scattered everywhere and empty bottles of liquor all over the floor. 

I do go a little mad when I sit down and create. 

It felt so good to draw. It felt so good to let my imagination get out and breathe some fresh air. It felt so right to be an artist. It felt so damn good. 

I got 2 hours of sleep. I went to work. I kept falling asleep at the computer but managed to get all my work done properly and on time. I can't get 2 hours of sleep everyday. But last night was just right. I was meant to draw and to create and to live in my own late night bubble surrounded by art. I love that energy. One day I'll find a balance between the two. One day the two of me will meet, have a shot of tequila and be best friends. 

For now they are just strangers passing in the night with no time for small talk.