Insomnia,

I have been experiencing the most inspirational moments in my life worth some penmanship, but sadly, my pen is still in need of ink. SOMETHING is stopping me from writing, I just don't know what it is yet, but I have so much literature in my head urging to be written. For now, here are some songs that represent the way I am feeling at this moment.

"Insomnia" --Jill Scott

(How could a song be so perfect in describing the state that I am in, right this second?)

It is 4 a.m.
And I'm waiting in our (my) bed alone,
Dreaming of your embrace
(Why hasn't he called me? I don't understand it)
Wishing you would come back home

But you don't call,
And you don't come,
And you don't say,
That you miss me
And you don't stop
To say hi
On your way by
I'm feeling crazy

It is 5 a.m.
And I'm waiting by the phone again
This is not how it's 'sposed to be
You're 'sposed to be here with me

But you're gone now
You're just gone now
You don't even think about the way I feel
You're just gone now
You're just gone now
When I know you should be right here

It's 6 o'clock in the morning
And I'm so tired of yawning
I am miserable and feeling blue
Cause all I really want is you

But you don't call,
And you don't come,
And you don't say,
That you miss me

And you don't stop
To say hi
On your way by
I'm feeling crazy

It's 7 o'clock in the a.m.
In 15 minutes this alarm will be ringing
At work,no one will feel my pain
It's a shame the way this whole thing changed

But you're go'n now
You're just go'n now
You don't think about the way I feel
You're just go'n now
You're just go'n now
When you know that you should be right here

But you don't call,
And you don't come,
And you don't say,
That you miss me
No,no,no,no
And you don't stop
To say hi
On your way by
This is crazy

Brrring...
Time to wake up,
And put on my strong face
And hope that no one will know


-----This part right here, is EXACTLY the way I feel-----

(Jill Speaking:)

You have managed to turn me
from a woman of substance into a
brick flying, calling too damn much
crying and crying
spying way down down low,
with flats on

From the opposite side of the bar
easy off, loaded on top of your car chick
I never intended to be this chick

Groping on smoke for her mind
or the readily dissolved remedy of it

After being chased
I've been dismissed
as just an object
Something to play with

You have managed to turn me
from a woman of substance
to this

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I don't know how a man can turn you into everything you preached against? I finally let my guard down a bit, and here I am, singing my heart out to "Insomnia." I can't even listen to love songs anymore...

"You have turned me from a woman of substance, into this..."

How true.