A time to write

I don't sleep anymore. Its elusive. I remember me. I remember a time when I was fit, happy, cocky and had a swagger to my life.
Somewhere between 1997 and now, I turned into ....whom?
I think I am going to start writing about who I was and who I want to be now. I feel like I've been in transition for a very long time.
I feel like I've been unhappy for a very long time and....
I feel like its time to find me again. Come out of this darkness of change.
My inability to sleep through the night may end up being a blessing for a short while. Its quiet in the apartment I share with my love. Its 4:30 am.
No one is stirring. Peace to write my thoughts.

Its time to get ready for work now...I have opened a dialogue with myself and as the insomnia lasts, I ill be writing as I think they are connected.
A time to write....