Closing in on 4pm. Some of the balls thrown up way earlier are about to return, finally. Wondering whether there will be enough hands to catch all of them, but maybe there are still forces to keep them stuck a few feet above ground, motionless yet unreachable. Measuring achievements, closing eyes for a moment, opening again once the dancing spots settled. And stepping out of the flow for a while.
Much later: A melody line in minor, and a half-baked poem. Considering moving with the tides, rough weathers outside inside, the empty sidewalks today, the flow of years the coming of age, ongoing, poorly defined. Wrestling stereotypes, choices and paths. Some of the easy questions to conclude a long day. No insights. As always. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Way past 10pm. Closing books that have been opened late that day. Read a bunch of pages, ended up with unwritten words losing track of lines and paragraphs. Tired. Incoherent. Eventually rewinding and giving up on this for the day. Achievement remains locked, finding other ways from here. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
Once again, after all, way later. Shifting down a few gears. Trying, and failing, to rejoin the multiple threads opened, left unfinished today. Maybe it's not of that much relevance. Watching moon on her way, a few stars on the background of a cold dark void. Too tired to notice existing constellations, too overstimulated to come up with new improvised ones. Always just a step from sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are.
10pm and not much further. Finding items in different bags, still too many of both to keep things permanently sorted. An ordinary working day comes with needs a day off doesn't know about. Restructuring ones own patterns of thoughts, emotions and behaviours. Always be all of it, but try to focus on relevant aspects. Tasks that sound by far easier than they are. Every Sunday anew. Have a soft night wherever you are.