Sleepy thoughts

So here I am again, late at night and I am racking my brain for something- anything to write on this little blog that I just "had to have". See its one of those things that you think "how on earth can people have writers block- I can think of 15 different things right now". And well here we are talking about how I have absolutely nothing to say. But I think I know why: it isn't late ENOUGH. You see I have this theory. Every time I think about writing or painting or using my imagination in any productive way, I get nothing, a big fat zero. BUT when I get exhausted and decide my eyelids will not make it another second without toothpick props: that's when I am my most creative. My theory goes a little something like this: during the day while I am being stretched in a million different directions, my brain only functions in the capacity that I need it to in that moment. But when my silken hair drapes across my pillowcase in pure perfection and my consciousness begins to usher me into a lulling state of dreaming, then- that precise moment is when my creativity sores. I believe in those few precious moments of suspended consciousness before sleep engulfs our being, creativity is unleashed. We dream in a state of wakefulness with abandoned inhibition where creativity is free to roam and sore, float and swirl around us. If by chance you can capture those moments, hold on tight, free yourself to be still and listen in a way daily life prohibits.
It is possible that an artist is a dreamer who never completely falls asleep.
"You may say I'm a dreamer- But I'm not the only one- I hope someday you will join us- and the world will live as one."
("Imagine" by John Lennon)