..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...Insomniac...

...I see the morning light

I see the morning light
Well, it's not because
I'm an early riser
I didn't go to sleep last night...

...Bob Dylan lyric from Walkin' Down the Line, a song I first heard from my latest purchase, Bob Dylan - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964.

...It's like having a brand new, or two, Dylan albums...check it out...nothing has been more of a remedy to my insomnia than his voice...I don't know if that's completely true...but I do know it's not completely false...whatever that means...I shouldn't have written that and left you wondering if I was trying to be funny or deep...or something...can you say "or something" after "deep"...I know the answer to that is 100% "Yes" - because I just did...anyways...it's fun to just look at the above picture...and wonder...I advise you to do so...while I unload this dump truck...

Looking into an empty room
I like seeing instruments just sitting there
And wonder about the possibilities
that can be put into the air
I too, like looking at still-photographs
of an artist just sitting
I know she's thinking of what the future's going to be bringing
And what about the moment of silence
before one starts singing
That moment of conception or creation
Put a pen to pad
And whatever's jotted is foreverlasting
Can leave us crying, balling
tears running
or laughing
Not thinking about it
But the next moment could be crashing
Things aren't in the process of
Or we don't notice the process, "stopping"
Things just.