Exhausted with no time to think, much less to write, I lie with my eyes closed.
I feel my belly inflate and deflate to the rhythm of my resigned breathing, incapable of releasing my body from the heavy distractions that the unconscious places on it, regardless of its poor ability to withstand overloads.
Perhaps today, my mind is unaware that it is part of an indissoluble unit that breathes, needs to be fed and demands to execute its right to sleep and even dream from time to time.
Possibly I ignore that the gusts of wind I cause will end up breaking the foundations of my own house.
Maybe I just forgot that life is not about speed but distance.
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