My mind is trying to forget itself for some time now, and just letting some automatic part of myself run itself. Most of the time I am content to just watch, and I turn to routines in a show of support for my mind. I wake, eat, go to work, go home, eat a bit then sleep again. Like trying to bury something bigger than the hole I dug for it. But there are days when my mind succeeds and it is a small comfort and it is finding it easier with each every success, and I try to make the hole bigger.
It's just that... it's only a matter of time and a matter of Solitude then my mind will remind itself again of itself.
And the rains and the coldness are not helping at all because when my mind returns we are hardly complacent with each other, most of the time I know it isn't an easy companion.
By then, I am alive again and realizing it has been the longest June ever.
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