02 iulie, 2009

The five senses of my insomnia

The persistent buzzing of the mosquito that had already bitten me one too many times.

My fingertips following the line of your back.

The smell of the forever coming storm in the cold night air.

The Morning Star in front of my window.

Black coffee on an empty stomach.

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