As
I lay to sleep, the thoughts of the boring day settles in my mind, thinking
about what I did wrongly and what could be amended probably tomorrow.
As
I lay looking to the roof, waiting for sleep to consider covering me up. I can
feel it, the inertia of the drabness of time.
I
composed a speech, how it’s going to fall at her feet, ideas grow faint… lord
help me.
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