The Racing Mind

I know it's time to sleep.
My body is tired and broken.
My eyes want to close and rest.
My brain, quite literally, has other ideas.

I try to settle down, yet my imagination picks up something from the day. A word, a sound, a song, a feeling.

The desire to write is intense. An addiction which must be attended to. I know that this will not help, but my mind is active. It will not rest until it is tired. Like a toddler, it will fight the rules until it can resist no longer.

I need my sleep. I need to rest. I need to find the off button for my brain.

I'm still posting on here later, you will know who won the battle.