HOLD ON, LET GO

So it's back to the thin world of insomnia then is it? Okay then. 

I feel like writing an open letter to my brain.

Dear Brain. Stop it. We need you tomorrow, sincerely, the Rest of Me.

Have you ever wondered where your mind is? I mean, does the brain download stuff remotely from a server somewhere else, I mean outside of you? Is this crazy talk?

It is a thin world, insomnia. The air is still, the duvet is warm and the eyes are heavy. It doesn't feel like there's quite enough air. I'm caught between dreams and worry. Do I hold on or let go? Will the deep envelop me like a blanket or swallow me like a sea-monster?

Meanwhile, my whirring brain has written back to me with a ridiculous poem, trying to capture that thought. Seriously brain, go to sleep now, yeah?

Hold On, Let Go

Hold on

Wait a mo

Shouldn't you be letting go?

Hang about

Stick around

Get them feet back on the ground

Dream on?

Leave it out.

Figure what it's all about

Keep it real

Listen son

Keep an eye on number one

Hold up

Wait for me

Some things are just meant to be

Clear off

Let it go

Somehow when you know you know

Look out

Let it fly

Tell me should I laugh or cry?

Hold on

Don't let go

And never say I told you so