Lo...?

Despair is usually blue in the morning, have you noticed?

It crumbles down the hills of your shoulders through your tiny vain hairs and reaches your nails.

And you try to get it off, shaking your fingers nervously, as if you’d play Beethoven’s Conzerto on the piano.

But time is running from you and you soon realise dispair can wait, because you have more important things to do: like going to work.

Monotony draws up on you after the first coffee break. It grabbs you onto your work chair, holds your irises tightly smashed upon your computer screen and it screams. It screams so hard you’d wish to hear the sweet song of a baby crying.

At last, it’s evening. And you’re home, in your bed, with your thoughts. And do you really care about living? Or dying? At all?

You sleep for a couple of hours, then you wake up. A new blue morning to embrace!

You suddenly think about something you haven’t thought about in a long while. Something that makes you smile for a fraction of a second, then boils down onto your deepest gut raising some sort of pain grim. A vague mixture of feelings.

A word, yes, it’s a word. What was it again? Something with “L”... La-Le-Likeness?

No, that’s not it... La-Le.. Lo... Lo!-something... LO...

Nevermind, clock’s ticking and you have more important things to do!