I have things to say and I want to say them. I write snippets and put them away. I watch the interactions between you and see the flow of conversations and new posts and wish I could jump in the mix. I don’t have the energy or the time at that hour, which isn’t necessarily late, but I can feel my eyes closing and my heart rate slowing down and I give up, not trusting that I can articulate my thoughts. I have a feeling that although I’m not able to get my body in gear, my mind is at its most honest. It’s not a feeling or a condition I can replicate so I sleep, gather my wits, and write this stuff down when I’m ready and rested. It’s missing something, the moment, but it still gets out there, and that’s better than nothing.