It’s Wednesday already. The week is in half. My mind keeps me awake. Yet I’m tired. I keep people at arms length. Feel lonely and empty. I think I need a break. This Wednesday.

Worries of the day

I sit here, smoking my last cigarette of the day, staring into nothingness. Thinking about all the things I really shouldn’t be thinking about. Worries of the day can wait for another day. Night is here and my bed is calling.