Fast days these last have been, spending (all of) my time between work, gym, spanish, music and sleep.
I think it suits me more this way, keeping my mind busy, or too tired.
It's not like I want to "escape" from anything (oh I had my share of facing uncomfortable truths), but there are things I think I had enough thinking of. Things that I let trouble me more than I deserved: always hard to be the hunted, not the hunter. Undeservingly hunted. Treating people better than being treated from same individuals.
But things change, they always do. And as powerful and strict the passion might be, there comes some time where inevitably it's put at