Insomnia Again

I have insomnia again.

I can't sleep...I'm really worried. I keep thinking about tonights poetry reading...


They said they will be featuring me.

Me?

I'm not a poet...



I'm an artist. Art is something I can truly "feel"...

I paint and sketch on canvas on wood on any surface imaginable...

I love art so much.



Each stroke of the brush is an expression from inside my heart...



Words on paper for me are much more different. I can express myself more with acryllics and charcoals...


I already told them I'd be there tonight...so I guess its a bit too late to make up some weak excuse.


I do have some things I've written....some thoughts on paper. I can't really call them poems because I'm not a poet...




My sister is the poet...


She lives for writing and she expresses herself so well that way.


For me its different...