Goodnight...

It’s 12:00 am. I have this dream that mingles with reality and imagination which I like because I haven’t had much imagination lately which fucks with a creative type person. 
But the dream is getting me nowhere, and by now I don’t even remember what it was about anyway. Mind swirls searching, hunting, gathering, but it’s too late. It slipped my grasp. Much like in real life. That elusive “that’s it” moment. It’s ok, happens a lot. If I can be patient it will eventually come to me and if it doesn’t…I’m used to it, the feeling of disappointment. Life goes on and I’ll find inspiration somewhere else. I at least found my peace again. My mind has stopped swirling aided by the dreaded cigarette. I am going back to sleep. I probably won’t even remember this when I wake up amidst the craziness of getting three kids ready for school and myself ready for work. Goodnight, maybe.