Everyday is Monday. No thought is clear, even your deepest ones. Your personality is a reflection staring back from the TV. All colours are grey and so is the music. You know you are there living but not alive. You keep searching the deepest corners of your brain only to hit a wall. Where is your mind? It’s there, you know it is, closed between four walls on a never ending loop of time. Stretching, thinner and longer. Days feel like a week and a week feels like a month looking forward, looking back it was a second ago.