Inspiration?

Wheres the inspiration that I am looking for tonight? Why do the thoughts not come until I'm ready to turn out the light? Then they all begin knocking on the door of my mind, begging to come in and entertain me one last time. Sometimes things are whirling and in a great big mess - sometimes I can't deal with it all, its jsut too much stress. So I block it out or at least I try, but man, sometimes the thoughts are so much stronger than I, and they knock me down, they take me out so I continually have to find a new route. There's so much to say and yet no way to express it, so much to say but words are hard to find unless it is something that makes no sense, such as this right now...I'm in such a jumble and I don't know how...and so I continue to look for the inspiration that should come. So another night passed and I've said nothing still - even though I've filled this page.