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.
my heart for this company, for always.
but like in the past, maybe always doesnt live forever.