SLEEP SHOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM BUT IT IS. The lack of it. Never getting enough of it. Or, if you are like me, typing this first blog entry while a huge fraction of the humanity is wedged in dreams and nightmares. This is when insomnia justifies the excuse to bake yet another blog: Words are our only true abundance. Yet we choose to remain ignorance to their worth, the degree of their wounds. Not much different from swimming in a crowded street and not really see anyone. So we withhold our phrases, edit our sentences, and in a sad routine of paranoia, suspend ourselves in silence.
How can anyone be so selfish?
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