Nothing to say. It is just a quiet Sunday before taking a decision. This Monday must be the end of something and the beginning of a new life. Too much time waiting for starting. Tomorrow is the day. Not more time goes by. From now on I am going to be who I believe I am.
I am the boss. I take decisions and people must do which I ask for.
The company trusts on me. Everybody appears to wait for my opinions.
I am alone like a long distance runner. Some people wait for me to be defeated. Other people believe in me. What do I want?
The mirror asks me: who are you?
I don’t know