By bedtime - or it should be - I soothe insomnia with my pen, laptop and cigarettes. Tuning in on Jet City Lounge at my iTunes radio.
It’s a sleepy job to be a writer, a neverending novel to be an artist. But still, I do feel free...
I read something yesterday though that made me feel melancholic.
“One day, the things that make you free start to keep you down”.
If it’s a truth, I will deny it till the day I die...
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