The heart is a tart

Little earthquakes
in my heart
I can come here
but the heart is a tart
and the knave wont kneel
but he likes to steal
my joy

I am on an insomnia bend and i really wish it would end cause i really am tired. Somebody tell my mind to hush up. I laid in my bed today to try and nap and instead i gazed into my closet daydreaming about rearranging things hanging sorting straighning and then of course the identical sterilite boxes that i would line up evenly each holding something all alike. They would sit on the shelf in my closet and the reign of chaos and havoc would come to a end because once those lids were snapped on well you know it would look so awesome.so organized. so controlled . so together. It would be so detailed and amazing that i would hang out in there like my own little hideaway, i would meditate in that closet and find inner peace and deep breaths and the meaning of why i am writing all this random nonsense. Yeah then that daydream ended and i decided sleep isnt for me and i got up to close the closet door before i left the room.
I sure do daydream alot.
I have not been feeling as peppy as i usually do most likley because im sleep deprived and suffering from migraines that would knock a cow on its arse.
My husband once said every time he sees anything with a snowflake he thinks of me.
I guess that makes me unique or cold one of the two.
Just know when to leave and go.
I have no idea who that message is for but i was told to write it and so i did. so whoever you are out there reading this i guess this blog is for you because i had to fill in a whole lot of blank so that i could slip that message in. What am i now a blog medium? No i jest im just loopy from lack of sleep.But the message is real and im guessing that the Lord will bring the right blog stalker to my page who was supposed to read it. :)
I never made the baked alaska and i need to ..
I am shutting down now
signing off
ill be seeing you cause goodbyes are for people who are not planning on coming back.