Merci bokeh

47 long and wasting sleepless hours. Devastating and exhausting struggle for a short-time cessation of mind, unavailing job interview, frustrated out-of-town trip, desperate attempts of being discreet, dancing respiratory rhythm, tomorrow's tears & eternal vain existence.

Craving for God of Sleep, a somnologist, or at least a new cocktail of pills recipe.

Surely we are living not in a dream, but in a nightmare.

To Share the Skies with You

Ghost girl in the mirror

told me I’m an error.