It’s gonna happen. This is it. The week to start it all again. Past is not important anymore. Nor the ghosts that could come along from there.
It’s time to change, to live again, to feel, to run, to hide, to smile for no reason.
Just like an empty amusement park, that suddenly breaks apart and falls down leaving behind a small wooden carousel that rotates as the wind blows..
On which you can get on and off, at any speed or time of the day.