Story or tale?
I should be sleeping right now. But I'm not wondering if I must wear jacket or not, how many pillows that I need, or counting the sheep for a better sleep. No, I've been staring at a ceiling for the last one hour. I've been stuck in the mental mud of my mind, and feel some desperately air on my breath. "You're my favorite storyteller" Suddenly, I remembered your words that you mentioned me few days ago. So I decided to tell you a story. A story about the man who ignore everything and everyone that care about him. I forgot that was a story or a tale, but why too seriously questioned it? So, here we go. "I'm too tired" he said. Too many of his ideas or his works have died an early death because of that sentences. He have been like a cowards guy for some people, and probably for the other some, he could be considered as a mosquitoes that disturb their sleep. Or both. He needed help. Nobody would help. This is the truth real