Inverted cycles

I spent another night at the office, always seeking for some traces.
Took the car at 5:30, without a sufficient dosis of cafeine, made a pause for sleeping some minutes, then bought Pall-Mall and went to my village.

Little check for my mails, 3 hours of sleep from 9 to 12. Then departure.

During the travel, listening several times to "Comfortably numb", live version. Strange feeling arised, some need to exorcize nostalgia, need to clean up the memorie's box.

I'm now with L & V, they are sleeping quietly and their father is once again on his laptop, surfing and flickring much beyond any reasonable limits.

I'm not "cured", my head is always in this virtual world, waiting to imbed into the real one.

I'm afraid to talk to You now, afraid to listen what I'm now imagining. Doubts over doubts over doubts...
Pessimism and Murphy's laws.

I miss You so much.