I think I've done most of my postings early in the morning, probably the only time when I HAVE time, I do come back from work around 7 or 8 o 'clock in the evening with enough space and time to write something but all I want to do is shower, read and then head to bed.

Specially when I was in hand to hand combat with 10 mummified remains, and tow more that were just squeletized. I do enjoy my job.

I think everything is moving one as it should, the mistakes I've made have begun to take shape and to direct themselves towards places that will make them mean something. Everything here is slipping away, I believe that, by the time I leave, everything will disappear; everyone will be gone; no one will give a second though about the mistakes I made except myself.

At least I'll be gone; I'll have a lake to talk to and where I can try to wash it all away. I cant believe how for all this time I've tried to find places where I'm not recognized so I can start over, like a criminal that's running from his past, from that instant where he decided to act differently from what he's been accustomed to, so he can begin a new life. I am that criminal, I am that man carrying around that instant, I am that hopeful being that's trying to find a way out of this place.

I just never thought that the place where a wouldn't be recognized was the place I was born. This contradicts everything I've been running away from, maybe I haven't been running at all, maybe I've just made it all up, maybe I'm not so fucked up as I thought.

Maybe I'm fortunate.

It's still early enough to be dreaming so maybe that's what I'm doing right now. I'm awake but still dreaming.

Dreams of finding a way to get away.

Nightmares of my mistakes.

Watch me regret;

Watch me fakely smile.

Time to leave it all behind again and shed my skin.