Always as I lay in bed a million ideas swirl inside my head, just wanting to get out. But I am snug and cozy, and the lights are out, and I don't want to get up. So I think about them, and ponder them, but then by the morning they have escaped. My dreams have taken them away to a far distant land reserved for all lost thoughts. Even during the day as I daydream, even those dreams disappear...get lost.
Many of those things I wanted to write about. I wanted to explore, delve deeper into. But they are gone. Possibly they will come back to me another night when I am snug in bed, unable to fall asleep. But I know in the morning they will escape me again. I know I should always keep a notebook next to me. I think I just might start doing this. If I write in the dark, perhaps my inner thoughts will come out a little bit easier with no lights on to judge them. Letting my hand and the pen guide it's way over the paper without any lines to constrict them, or any eyes to place judgement them. Maybe then I will feel free to explore the ideas that are swirling in my head.