Ten

I like this day, this month, full of tens, perfect alignment. More than that this year. Year of ten, year of mine. Got six months left for me to turn it around. I want to see how it goes. But it doesn’t come with no challenges. Now I can go on for weeks without sleep, my mileage got better. But I opened this document with sadness from within, I didn’t expect to write anything about this day, month or year, it somehow got into the place of my sadness. After that I’m still back on square one, it could be the music that’s playing on the background. Or my inside is sad beyond my understanding.