Long days
What do you do when the sun refuses to set and you don' t have a proper signal to let yourself fall into the sweet demise of sleep...? Even thou it eventually does, night still delays its arrival... How do you perform the habitual end of day coming to terms with tasks, worries, dreams, hunting memories... ? And where is the point of new beginning? And such assets of the mind go through the surgical ruminations of an adult-like processing, maybe one that ventures deeper. Overexposure to daylight- more life after all--gives you an abnormal fatigue, so even inner life is no longer a simple matter of fact... But sleep comes nevertheless. It is unusually deep, and I don't know where I am going during such black hole in my time. I seem to return from afar, a very far away place indeed. Even though the night is short, this journey feels strangely long. Moreover, it is wet, as I find myself wet. And it hurts a bit to come back as if this grand unknown carries in it some sweetness th...
