Lost.

The weekend seems to be slipping by rapidly. One is lost amongst time consuming nothing. Small bits and pieces eating away at the moments until it is time to go back to work. Alone living in ones space, mind and body.

The variation of up and down and a continuation of directional movement. If one stops to long fear of sadness will set in. Work or at least move until the moment of collapse where the mind is energy less as the body has drained all reserves.

Workweek comes soon enough.

Peace.