It’s 3:30 in the morning and I’m wide awake. My eyes will not stay shut.
It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m wide awake. Even my dog is annoyed with my restlessness.
It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’m wide awake. It’s hard not to be mad at this point.
I have many thoughts jumbled in my head. I used to write more. Somehow I get stuck in the language. Not knowing where to start. My inner critic silencing me before I speak.
Freedom of thought. Freedom of technique. A little bit of this and that. Mostly color and collage. Micron pen is fun too. Sleepless nights create foggy days. How can I be so tired but wide awake? The color stimulates me. My tossing and turning makes my dog grumble. Entitled little chihuahua taking up more room than a 6 pound dog should. I’m so hot but I need the weight of the covers. I feel outside myself. I love this journal.
For my pictures inside this journal check out this post.