Ode to Joy III - Untitled

365 texts love an ode to joy

Goal of the day: 140 words. Written: 208.

This is a letter written at night when I couldn't get a restful sleep. It is a letter to a girl who at that time was a thousand kilometres south of the Lithuanian border.

Two months after meeting. September 6th, 2013.


I can't sleep. Seriously, I can't sleep. I can't fall asleep. I can't fall asleep. Put out the beacon so I can light it again the next day.

When I close my eyes, I remember you. When I close my eyes, I imagine you are near.

It makes me nervous and annoyed.


Are you still asking? I can't sleep!

What to do? What to do, O cursed full moon shining in my face? The mid-summer grasshoppers that have been chirping outside for weeks? I can't sleep!

And yes, only in my dreams could I draw the curtain... Which I don't have... Or close the balcony door... Which isn't even open... It's now thirteen minutes past midnight and I've been trying to sleep for an hour and a half.

To no avail - after all, it never worked.

Instead of that suffering, waiting for sleep to come, I got up to write this. I write. I think about what to write... And I keep writing. ...I stop writing. I think again: what should I call this thing I am writing? Should I ever show it to you? Will you like it? Will it make you smile that wonderful smile? And turn around and say 'Oh, Daniel' as if you were at a loss for words?

If I could send this to you by snail mail, I would. It's just a pity that they don't fly to warm countries for holidays at that time.


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