Today, the morning was immersed in my sheets and it smelled of  pine pitch of some bygone summer. Everything  was calm and quiet …. until the clock didn’t break this spell. Ah, what a brutal moment, I looked at it like a cruel killer  who has stood there all night in an ambush and waited for this moment. Such a executioner! But what’s the worst, it does this to me every Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday…..on Thursday it semms that I don’t  hate it so much. On Friday I look at it so victorious because I know that my next two days it can’t do anything to me …. but always comes a new Monday and my executioner again takes control of my time.

 I’ll sue it to the Haag court for genocide over my dreams.

 The time is to ask ourselves….what is my addiction….what is my limitation…where in my life I feel enslaved….where in my life i feel emptiness… what I do because of this?????

Do we know the answers  or we just turn our head to the other side  and try running away to forget…..???