Habit

Monday morning. Where else would I be if not in my office?

As usual, I’m caught up by a hundred of emails I would receive during the day. Same claims, same requests, same problems and updates. After years and years spent in this position, the answer to all those little matters is mechanically the same.   Even the phone ring bell seems to be set instinctively to stimulate my very feeble concentration every five minutes for pleasant and unpleasant conversations. Although these little details pass unnoticed.

 Later on I came to realize that I’ve made some new imaginary friends such as little headaches, sweet eyes pain and then the twins boredom and tiresome. Looking up to the window glass I saw their reflections and somehow I felt this terrible need to tell them this:

“When undertaking the same path, hither and thither, following the same pattern even if I wish to loiter somewhere else...  I am wrapped unconsciously in a fallacy that I have learnt to reckon because it’s what I do normally.

I want him there with me, he who have power over me. There where I’ve come to see, the sweetest part of me, away from thee consuming me. I need to be for once a refugee. I want to disagree and for once fly freely as a bee around the nature that is asleep to me. Be overseas and around the trees, overwhelmed by the lack of boundaries. I would throw away the burden of dust I’ve been carrying with me.  And if death is meant to be, please let him die after me for he doesn't know how precious he is to me.” 

Back to my emails, something weird now runs through me. A little joy within breaking the routine. 

PS: Credit for the picture goes to a sweet friend of mine: KY