martes, 30 de agosto de 2011

Exit Door

We all need a way out.
For a lot of us it's alcohol.
For many it's drugs, like marijuana or cocaine for those who can afford it.
They are others sex, love and the uncommon ones.

My F-ing way out is sleep.

What do you do when our escape door flees from you? 1h30 and counting. Tic toc. And again.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Tampoco puedo dormir bebe, perdóname