in som nia

as long as i can remember I've always been a night owl. maybe there's something in the still of the night i find too quiet that i can hear my inner most thoughts come to surface. sometimes too much. it's when i get the million and one ideas that i can never seem to remember the next morning. i draw...finish a painting...read a few chapters...then lay in bed with too many baggage in my head. almost as if i want to troubleshoot every problem i've ever had and solve it right then and there like there's no sunrise the next day.