~The triumphant beauty of the sleepless~

Of course, I am awake. I do my best to be asleep by 11 at the latest, but sure enough I sit here awake and it is 2AM. I started looking for people online, someone to help me pass the time by, but to no avail there is no one. There probably won't be anyone either until 6AM. So I'll be alone with me, myself, and my thoughts for the next 4 or so hours, unless I am lucky enough to fall asleep between then.

I wonder sometimes about these sleepless nights. I wonder why can't I be productive during these hours of sleeplessness. I don't know why really, but it seems that if I am unable to sleep, then I certainly am not able to be productive. I do things that are unproductive and pass the time. Usually the computer. I wish I had the motivation to file, clean, or go do yard work. Gosh, think of the things I could get done in an extra 8 hours. But for some reason these hours are always lost to the deep dark blue of the night. Gone, and never seen again. Like they have entered into the witness protection program. They witnessed something they should not. Seeing someone awake, all night and not they must go into hiding. They never share what had conspired during those quiet hours of night. And their life depends on it. For when the next sleepless night comes, they to will come out and play.