Dear Charlie,

The weekend has been rewarding. I have had time to think and look back on some events and conversations to realize that maybe I have lost touch with reality and clarity. Friday, I came home and dressed down to full cotton solace. I remained so until Sunday evening, up to the moment when a friend called me away. If it had not been for him, I would have stayed parked at my desk until late, trying to read or write things properly. But as I said, the weekend was beneficial. I was in dire need of time… to recharge and recover from the drain of unfinished matters.

Now after a couple of steps forward, I have the energy to take some more. But not too much, and not all at the same time, you know?

Sometimes there are just too… oh never mind. I have no excuse. I am a slow poke. And while the world spins and heavy metal is thrown my way, I hum and try my best to not get trampled by businessmen and I-pod dancers. I think that is my reality.

After cleaning my brushes, folding my clothes and raising my voice, there are more images of mountaintops and ocean depths in the back of my mind that get colored in, inch by inch, with the multiplication of light bulbs that grow out of the holes in the wall.

Of course, now and then I am misunderstood. But I really don’t mind. As long as there is a pulse… there is always a chance to revisit that thought and clarify.

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