stumbling to bed

I am beyond exhausted.
I can feel every part of me ache. Each in its own neural flavor.
If every neuron was a light, my body would have now looked like a glittering Christmas tree... and how I miss those. Distant fragments of a past life.

Days are long in the summers of Paris. But my aching body just can't wait for the night to throw its dark veil on the city of lights.

My feet are worn out of eurotrotting. Soon all this will pass.. and my vagabond shoes will find their new playground on a new continent.

Off to sleep in broad daylight.

Bonne nuit.

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