I can hear the birds here as I watch Helios and Gaea kiss for the first time.
It’s before coffee.
It’s before the caffeine clouds my thoughts stimulating me while pushing them in every direction opposite of creativity.
Passions are diverted as I’m reminded that I have to go back.
I can’t dwell here, not tomorrow.
I am not afforded another day.
I don’t hear the sounds of Life there. Not over the clicking of the keys and the sighs of defeat.
The constant interruptions, hisses of deadlines and overdue reports; things that only further push me away from reality.
I am relying on lies now as I coerce myself into returning day after day.
I don’t like it here.
The people demand too much and understand too little.
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