NOVEMBER 08, 2009.
Early in the morning.
I am tired. Exausted.
When comes the night, all my thoughts -the ones hushed up in the day- are clashing. At the heart, I am not one of those persons who can easily fall asleep. Always a lot of things going on in my head. And at night, my thoughts seem to explode, thinking of all what happened in the past months or even in the past year, all what could happen and stuff like that. It sometimes ends with a big headache. Like for those past couple of days.
Tonight, I wish to be miles away, laying down in your bed, my head resting on your chest. And nothing else.

Hope is a tired word. But I won't stop it.