the words that i want do not come to me,

and the ones that dont, these imposing, intruding thoughts slip in,

words and words belonging to voices of yester-years impact my ears.

my deadline is at 11 am, and i sit here, ears hurting

because i am distracted by crazy dreams that lead to nowhere

and could only lead to nowhere.

toujours. that’s a word i havent heard in a while.

for always.

my heart for this company, for always.

but like in the past, maybe always doesnt live forever.


Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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