It's 11 minutes into Tuesday. I haven't been able to sleep. Sitting outside blasting music in my ears while a luke warm glass of wine sits on the slowly rusting table on the porch. Watching the clouds slowly move along the night sky.
I don't drink much anymore, but having the glass sit there is a nice. As heavy as my eyes are, I can't sleep to slip into a dreamless dream. Been sitting out here since 9PM listening to songs to comfort my soul.
If I was in the Philippines, I'd be screaming at the top of my lungs, but since I'm here in a concrete jungle with neighbors who need to sleep. I keep my mouth shut as the time ticks away.
Maybe it's about time I stop believing in fairy tales and close the storybooks for good.
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