They go flying by.
...and here I sit awake.
With thoughts of nothing... and everything ...filling my mind... My being.
I wish I could just let it all go.
Go to a place of slumber... of deep solemn peacefulness.
I wish I could be certain.
I wish the days wouldn't fall into my nights.
I wish for heavy eyelids earlier than midnight.
Yet, here I sit... awake.
The perpetual small sorrow of expat life
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