Flat

Not sure if the weekend is to blame but I’m flat, down and empty. No will to do anything, be anywhere. I can’t even sleep.

I dream of sheep, counting themselves to mock me.
I dream of sleeping an endless sleep.
I dream of never ‘having’ to again.

To sleep.

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Long time blogger, Father of Jack, geek of many things, random photographer and writer of nonsense.

Doing my best to find a balance.

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