13.8.04
Sleep deprivation
I feel disconnected. From the world. From my emotions. And strangely focused on whatever task is at hand at the moment. Reading, writing. Staring out of the window, watching two Gypsy women washing themselves in the fountain. Future holds no meaning, and I have only one thought of it. Sleep. To lie down, in my hard bed, and lose myself in the oblivion. Perhaps, dream.
And all that on a Friday 13th.
And all that on a Friday 13th.
