Being wide awake, at 4:00 in the morning caused a song to drift into my mind.
'You Don't Know What you've Got till its Gone.'
Although in my case, I'm sure I knew what I had, so I miss it terribly. Sleep has always been something that I've treasured and viewed with heavy endearment.
Someone once told me that insomnia is the result of my soul trying to send me a message.
I must admit that I pondered on this explanation for a few months and even considerd it.
Here is what I have gathered.
If the aforementioned theory were true, then the soul has yet to evolve into an intelligent entity.
I can't think of a worse time for my soul t attempt communication to a peaceful and receptive mind. When I can't sleep I'm upset, aggravated, tired and feeling like I got a raw deal.
So in essence, how should I put this?
That theory is crap. I've sat awake at ridiculous hours of the dark, early morning, doing nothing but waiting for the sound of my soul's voice, and guess what I got?
I got hungry.
So for those of you who truly believe that this is when the soul's volume is abruptly turned up like a bad commercial, think again. Our souls have all day to talk to us, why would a soul choose an "un-Godly" hour to speak?
When the sun rises today, I'll be ready for my soul to whisper into my ears.
