this summer rut

The sun shines and passes my days by. I haven’t met the beach till now. I haven’t swam in the water. In that familiar element where the child in me can begin to play for a moment, or hopefully several moments. Zigzagging away from her shy shell. From the depth of sadness a flicker of a smile can pay a visit and the weight of the world can feel a little lighter. But no. I am stuck. Stuck in a rut. Even tighter than a butt plug.

I got an audio book to give me company on the road. 500kms every week I cover. Every week. Back and forth, between 2 points that push and pull me while I spin and spin and swish and swash like a rag in a washing machine running low on water and soap.

Today I am in the office. Half dazed, half asleep, quarter awake. A long day ahead. Another long day ahead.

Author: noramorta

For the first time after years of deliberation and procrastination, I move from the old fashioned pen and paper to display the consequences of my bad decisions, my inflated mixed emotions and my awkward findings on life.

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