9 November 2012
It's official. I'm dead on my feet. I feel so beat. I just want to fall.
Let me sleep. Just let me be. Don't speak. Not even a beep.
Let out a sigh. Wish for a bed. Pillow under head. Again, another sigh.
Good night, reality. I won't miss you. I never do. Temporarily free.
Tired • Opuss № I