2 Hours

This is all the time I have.The rest of my time is stolen away.I am timeless.I am a half-life, half-asleep,blog-posting through a blur of fatigue.My edges are unclear. My face a smear as I slide down the glasslooking out at those with lives.Wondering how they capture timeand make it bend.

office-enough

we are all sitting in boxes bathed in blueish glows tap tap tap phones ring I am so tired I would lay on this rough carpet curl up foetal eyes closed tight while meerkats peer over monitors and I rest my head with back support as a pillow

when

long daysthreadedwith painso tiredsquirming for comforta rainbow of pillsneedtoc o n c e n t r a t eand the pangs comepangs of what-is-the-point?why-me?working hardto pay billsfeedmy familybut whendo I get to live

time

time is rushing and I’m straggling behind running to keep up dropping trails of post-it notes behind me scribbled notes that were important once before their purpose was forgotten the hand-writing indecipherable even to the eye that wrote it please, time have a tea-break and let me catch my breath!