threeinchestall

7:10 AM-
Time to wake up again. The darkness fills up the house; I turn the bathroom light on and jump in the shower.
Two hours later I'm staring out the window from work. I sit in the same seat everyday, stare at the same trees and roads, everyday.
Same class and same people. I walk the walks and get bumped into, but I don't hear or feel a thing. Women and men talking about who's marrying who and where they're going the following weekend.
3:30 PM- Off work.
Organizing my time.

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I could work at a diner.
"Have a nice day."
I would have real smiles. "What can I get for you?"
Wiping down counters, 50 times a day.
Another acrimonious answer. Don't get me wrong, having a job is great. I'm even lucky to have this job in the first place, but some things about it are far from preposterous. I know I'm a bit ireful about it- but I have my reasons to be.

7:55 PM-
I daydream and have no intention of looking at the surroundings of the city we just passed. A night out of town. But still... I've seen and done this before.

2:37AM- Me
I'm running on less sleep.
I'm not an angry, bitter, spiteful person. Not even close.
My conclusions?
I either know the answer and am too afraid of the answer; therefore ignore it.
I shoved away something that I need to deal with... but again, I'm just afraid to.

I think that's as far as I've gotten.
I haven't pierces my belly, lost my innocence or felt unwanted.
I'm thriving and striving and loving and floating and whimsical.