Faint smell of cigerettes in the air. Sun setting at the far away horizon. Sky turning from red to dark purple. Sea breeze blowing. Legs hanging over the railing. Wine glass in my hand. Deep breath. Stare at the boat lights.
Yet, peace did not come to me.
A troubled soul.
Disturbed mind.
I wish that sleep will come to take it all way.
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