Somnambulismus
Finally, I think I found the reason to write. For fun, for my own memory and as a substance that helps satisfy my tongue. I wander’d lonely as a cloud; squeak squeak, pting pting, bowwow, whinnnnny, um-diddle-diddle-um-diddleye, said I.
Meanwhile I really realised that it may cost way too much to maintain my status daydreaming, really, I swear I have been knowing it and I really feel it, but… anyway, whatever.
Oh, and I am too tired to write. Farewell, the sight of reality.
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