'Ok, Time's up. I should be going guys.' it's late Sunday evening. The previously lit windows of the remote buildings behind the river has now faded away, all fast asleep. There is no way of escaping this, I have to face the truth, the time is passing by. Someone kicked the pendulum aeons ago and gave the clock its fatal momentum.
Deep in shallow thoughts, I am trying to handle the issues of tomorrow ... was there anything to do, anything to remember to take, yes.. perhaps the CDs? I will type them in to my mobile.. just in case. Huh... damn burden of the momentum.
I feel like eating something. How I detest my habit of eating that late. I can't help it. Physiology versus rationality. The former wins, no exception.
Nestled in the fluffy duvet... the recollection of the day on its way. The well-known feeling of self-unfullfilment dwells in my mind. I planned so much, I did so little! How come?I didn't talk to the neighbours about the turns in cleaning the staircase. I didn't tidy up the kitchen and my flatmates will get furious about it. There it comes. The fear of the unknown. The fear of tomorrow.
The regularity of my heart beating goes hand in hand with the rhythm of the music. The computer switches off.
Cleaning the staircase,
Where is she?
A new wobbler would make a do.
..frowned with anger and conf...
.
Freedom.
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Where am I? … yes. That's it. My eyes glitter with the morning light. It's me.. driven by the momentum.
