What do you do when your mind is tired but you can't sleep?

I have been up for hours tossing and turning on these sheets 

he read my work and called me a tumblr poet...

I have come up with a conclusion that I must be up for a reason.

I must be waiting for something.

There must be a purpose to this.

An explanation , an answer.

I am met with nothing but silence.

I pray that God will provide an answer.

I am met with nothing but darkness.

I am just another insomniac stereotypical writer.

I am waiting for you, I think.

You will never come.