00 am
starring at those fucking white walls.
they're building something on the other side of the street.
something out of the mountain of stones and dirt.
they better hurry up
i need something new to stare at.
2 am
laying in this bed. it's fucking soft and white.
so fucking white.
everytime i enter this fucking room there is a new fucking perfect white sheet on it.
never something different.
just a new one.
YOU ARE READING
insomnia
Short Storysleepless nights and blurry visions. how am I supposed to count stars if the sky is empty?
