When You Can’t Sleep, You Write: On Letting Your Soul Leave Your Body Just For A Bit
It’s almost 7AM here now. I tried to sleep around 5AM due to a headache and a stuffy nose, but it turned out to be a quick nap instead.
I can’t sleep.
And so I write.
I write when I am angry.
I write when I am sad.
I write when I am frustrated.
I write when it’s raining.
I write when I am in love.
I write when I am horny.
I write when it’s noisy, both inside and outside of my head.
I write when it’s quiet.
I write when I am running late.
I write when I am inspired.
I write when I am drunk.
I write when I am tired.
I write.
Writers write.
Artists create.
Whatever the feeling. Whatever the time. Wherever the place.
Then your soul leaves your body for a bit, inspiring those around you.
I like to think that this is a purer form of work.
It’s not pure when you merely ‘hustle’ or ‘grind.’
Only mere industrial products or even waste are made then.
