Insomnia is the byproduct of an overactive imagination.
Poetry is the byproduct of your mind coming up with worse worst case scenarios.
Art is the byproduct of moistened eyes staring at the darkened, textured ceiling.
Music is the byproduct of heaving and sobbing punctuated by percussive drops of warm saline hitting your pillow.
They say all the greatest thinkers, musicians, writers, and artists were at least partially crazy. I suspect both their lunacy and their brilliance were simply byproducts of insomnia.
Poetry is the byproduct of your mind coming up with worse worst case scenarios.
Art is the byproduct of moistened eyes staring at the darkened, textured ceiling.
Music is the byproduct of heaving and sobbing punctuated by percussive drops of warm saline hitting your pillow.
They say all the greatest thinkers, musicians, writers, and artists were at least partially crazy. I suspect both their lunacy and their brilliance were simply byproducts of insomnia.
