I'm at it again

Ah, the sleplessness.
There is nothing quite as frustrating.
Especially when you have a husband who falls asleep and snores in less than 15 seconds. (new record, I thought my dad was the fastest 'falling alseeper' in the world)

And when it's dark, quiet and still, my mind somehow comes alive.

And I start thinking too much.
Then I get emotionnal.
I don't know why.

Everything is bouncing around in my head, and I am looking upon too many grave subjects for the hour.

Seems these days I have trouble finding inner peace.


Again, I don't know why.