truth isn’t anything all. know can’t sleep well, can’t dream well I’m — F.K. Preston, Artist, Audience a Man Called Nothing

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The truth is there isn’t anything to me at all. All I know is that I can’t sleep well, I can’t dream well and I’m quite in love with you. That’s all there is to me. My greatest feature is my admiration for you. I know it’s not healthy. Like my insomnia. Like my dreamless nights. You make living alright. My nightmares come when I think of a night without Valeria. That’s when I realise you’re dead. That’s when I remember you’ve been gone for years. That’s when I remember I’m awake. And I wait for this dream called Life to leave me to my peace once and for all and forever.

F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

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