At 5:32 am It's 5:32 am and I can't sleep. My brain won't stop thinking. I think about how I'm going to wake up early today, about a movie I finished watching two hours ago, about how I'm going to get ride of a lot of stuff that's taking a large space in my room and more... It's funny, once I started writing about them they've all vanished (thoughts). It's like they're afraid of stepping into reality, afraid of being lonely and lost in this world, afraid if their creator doesn't transform them into action or being postponed in what so called "procrastination". Yes, we humans, get one to three ideas a week. And if we act upon those thoughts we can change our life. Of course, not those kind of thoughts that I've mentioned above.