I wonder if lack of sleep really takes years off your life.. if so, I should only have a few months left to live. And it's a murder. I hope this killer has a conscience.
I think my face is like a black and white TV screen and my brain is flashing in color.
It's like I watched a butterfly hatch and grow into something amazing and then just pulled off each wing in spite of it's beauty.
There's not enough glue in the world to reattach them now.
You call me out with each distracted glance.
Believe it or not I'm happy.
Tired, yes, but happy.
I'm tired in that state where I can't fall asleep.
Your shoulder is comfort, an escape.
My tired eyes are like faded print on a newpaper, don't try to decipher them.
My heart is an origami organ, just waiting to be folded into something beautiful.
Are you ready?
I'm ready.
I wish I said what was on my mind.
Your shirt was speaking my words, give or take a few letters.
Bonsoir.
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