Venting

It's not always easy to create and right now I'm down right frustrated. I get enough inspiration to write a line or two, none that fit together of course, that would be too easy. I'm close to tears, that seems to be the one thing I've been able to easily create these past few nights. That to me is rather unimportant, most times easy to control. I guess I'm hoping that if I get these thoughts out of my way I'll be able to write. Didn't much care for whatever came from me last night, but I guess that's what I was feeling last night and I can't just disregard. So, I'm going to keep at it, till I'm exhausted enough to go to sleep, otherwise I'll just lay in bed with mixed thoughts wishing I were writing so I'll skip that step, save attempts at sleep for last. Guess I just needed to vent for now.