Its Not As Easy

A few months after creating this blog, I am only on my third posting.
It is not as easy to write after all. Hmm? Well, at least I'm trying it out.
It's morning once again and Mr. Sandman has not arrive yet. Come to think of it, he's been coming late for a year now. On a few occassions, a good friend would surprise me:
"Still up?"
"Ah, yah?"
"Thought it was you..."
"Oh, sorry for that..."
And on some remote instances....
"Still up?"
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For those instances, I am greatful that Mr. Sandman arrived earlier than expected... he sprinkled me with his magic dust and for that moment, i was free.
I wish, I could be free more often. Unfortunately, that is not the case....
As much as I am grateful that I am able to think... it's quite exhausting. Thinking without being able to express it... is strenuous.
And breathing... is killing me.
An idle mind, as they say, is the devil's playground. And yet I feel that an active one is actually a killing field.
Now, which would I rather have?