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 really. So he lied to everyone. He felt that only lying and manipulating would let him do something more.
He bought the crown that never fit with his head. He wear a mask everytime he need to show up. He wear a robe that full of shiny thorn.
So, the people giving honor with him.. in the fake.
But one day, he met her. She lend her eyes. To see the difference perspective. To bring back his faith. To give him courage and face reality.
Now he changes. And he has made a decision.
He took his knife and put that on his wrist. Slowly he scrape it. Let the blood flowing neatly. Let the-
-damn, I need to sleep right now. I remember to take you on 7 am.
Now he changes. And he has made a decision.
He took his knife and put that on his wrist. Slowly he scrape it. Let the blood flowing neatly. Let the-
-damn, I need to sleep right now. I remember to take you on 7 am.
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