Forty-two: Sleeping Futility

Every time I yawn, the world cracks
and I’m scared of falling down but
it seems I’m always tired, no matter
how much I sleep, so I’ll close the
shutters and I’ll never wake up.
I’ll be the sad case of Sleeping
Futlity, the story no one knows
to  tell. What would be the point?

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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