Circle of Life

The week has started, says The Ritzy, it’s more like… The week has ended! It’s Monday and I am back on the train on my way to London Bridge. The routine is the same everyday, Jon wakes up… I don’t really want to. My eyes are still stuck to my skin and I refuse to face reality. So I lie there, on my face and the pillow on my head… Dreaming of things I can’t remember… But anything must be better than this, right? Then I wake up a bit too late, and now I’m rushing. No time for meditation, no time for thinking, no time for writing, no time for inner life… So I get on with it. Until the night comes… And I can’t wait to dream, after I manage to sleep; to do it all over again.