Sleep

It's 10:34 PM.
I'm tired.

Tired of fighting.
Against living my fantasies - pike and shot, this French girl I've met in Tel Aviv and I'm crazy in love with, the smile on my face when I set foot on the wooden pier of an Eolian island.
Against ineffectiveness.

Tired of making a stand.
I give in.

It's 10:42 PM
I'm tired and I'm going to bed.

tomorrow