You can't stop yourself from having one of those "moments." The moment that you try to put your life into perspective. You evaluate your place, your position, your progress up to now.
I couldn't sleep last night. Maybe it was sleeping in from the sick day I had to take or my restless legs or pondering the "moment."
I still feel sickly today at the office.
It's cold and I am weak and speaking quietly. Here's a poem to reflect on:
It's so cold
in this office.
They keep it refrigerated
to slow the process
of decaying flesh
and make the ominous odor
of the stinking dead
less noticeable.
Some are too many
some just not enough
maybe we are in slow motion
and the only ones conscious
are we asking the world
to feel sorry for us?
Considering the content to be so dark, I only want to brighten your day. Take light knowing I'm exercising an artistic freedom at the moment.
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