Some days you want to see the end of as quickly as possible. Some days you want to have forever. Here I’m stretched in the middle of feelings. The hope of this creeping working day to be forgotten before it even started. The fear of losing precious elements of magnificent days that race by with irrepressible force. Where it seems as if we get no chance to bloom. Where we want more of the same instead of less of the same. I want ways to reverse this. I pretend to be on the beach while I’m behind my desk. I feign relaxation while my head spins mad with worry. But that ain’t new. Every time I think I’m done writing. That I’ve said it all and I’ll just repeat myself new things happen to feed me. Not with knowledge though, because that would silence me I believe. I’ll stay as far away as I can from the quest for knowledge. For now. Once in a while or rather often really I’ll enjoy the beauty of my shallowness. I plan on lavishing myself with a worse version of me. Just for tonight.