I'm strung out and half-asleep at an hour past yesterday.
The afternoon was one of greasy midday rain and playing host to a ghost. The evening smelled of wet clothing and expensive popcorn.
It was the cardstock of mediocre memories.
I retired to the hotel with a list of unmet obligations. A cracked hourglass on the parlor table spilled sand in a pattern of deja vu.
I fall asleep hoping for a clean exhaustion, and a missing headache.
12:46 a.m. - 2015-05-15
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