It’s not that I am slow, sleeping or procrastinating, it’s just my brain. It seems lost in the meanders of its own, processing you know what in an unknown world behind my conscious veil. I glimpse one or two things happening behind the veil and that’s it. That’s it! And here I am with two choices left. One, accept the slowness, keep loving my brain and mind and make the best of my day, one step at a time. Two, run mad, beat myself up for my slowness, and become angrier and angrier at everything around. Hum? Tough choice would say some people. Tough choice? Are you kidding? One step at a time, always. There are no meanders which won’t come to an opening.
9.30am… and it feels 9.30pm. When the sky makes a box for me, coloring the world in the shadows of thunder, my eyes stopped blinking. Fascinated. Fascinating. Time is no longer a constant. Light is a game between wind and clouds. And the world freeze with twelves more hours to reach the already here hour.