Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Notes on the self

"Something to do, something to love and something to hope for"

I always thought I would be ok.

One year and 11 days but it still feels like yesterday, despite how it's such a cliche.

I always thought I would be ok.

One year and 11 days ago I began to lose sleep:

One hour for each day; 376 hours of staying awake, waiting, waiting to feel ok again.

Waiting to forget yesterday.

Waiting to do, to love again

Waiting for something to hope for.

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