I don’t know why (haiku or something like this)

some nights, like this one

I want to curl up and cry

without knowing why

~

I just don’t know. Some hazy ideas, memories and projections mingling in a tired brain running on caffeine, sugar, and jazz. Maybe John Coltrane isn’t that good for me after all.

 

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