The weekend felt longer than usual. It was like it had gone on for ever. When I was alone, it felt dark and time went slower than normal. A minute of living in my head seemed like darkness in a very long hour.

I could as well believe that time stopped during my weekend.

A new week has started and it feels to me like I am a farmer who is faced with a huge forest to clear up before planting can begin. If only the forest wasn’t haunted, it wouldn’t seem like a daunting task. As I try to create a path in my forest, the trees elongate their branches and wrap around my hands one at a time and its a struggle to break free.

But there may still be hope for freedom because it is still a new week and it has just begun.

❤️.

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Byeeee ☺️.