My walls crumble
and I sink in sand that is unforgiving.
Illusions surround me,
The core of our existence,
carved from the same sorcery.
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With no curtains for protection, the jagged streaks of moonlight spilled through the bedroom window across my duvet. I had awoken only moments before, trying desperately to talk my body into falling back to sleep before my brain woke up but it was too late. In the same time it took me to blink twice, my brain had formulated twelve simultaneous problems that it was determined to solve before I was allowed to return to slumber. And, as an afterthought, those cranial neurons began formulating ideas for new blog posts and I was scrambling to record them before they evaporated into dream dust.
I have lost count of the number of times I have awoken from a deep sleep with a great idea for a post. But between the darkness on moonless or cloud-covered nights and my inability to locate my phone to document them, those potentially great ideas vanished into thin air.
There must be a gigantic vault of lost ideas – a safe so large it contains all of the great writing ideas that were unable to come to fruition because they were never forced from our subconscious onto our keyboards. It hides in the vacuous space of our imagination and traps wandering thoughts as they escape during those wee hours in the morning. If only I knew how to break into that vault.
As my late-night Kathleen Turner voice gurgled out incomprehensible syllables I tried my best to recall and record the latest gem last night but, as I replayed the audible gibberish this morning, I couldn’t really comprehend where my thought process was taking me.
One day I’m going to crack that safe and I’m going to need a lot of Red Bull to keep me up long enough to record the wealth of ideas that is trapped in its metal casing.