pre-work thoughts

I think I like my job, I just don't like the way my job likes me. maybe this space is not the place to talk about it, or maybe it is the only place, I don't know. it's 08:32 on a wednesday morning and I can't get myself to open the computer. it feels like a nightmare. yet last week I was so enthralled by all of it, by the meaning, by the objectives behind it. it feels like it drains life value out of me and after 05:30 I am nothing but a wet rag with a long list of to dos. my body aches in different ways, and I have a constant headache. it's not like it's going to stop, even my boss believes in productivity more than well being. and I get pushed in all directions. look, I'm the one person who can sure take it, but for how long? I've never broken. how long I'm going to last is a mystery. I appreciate that I am appreciated, I just wish appreciation came with space and time to think, not with... whatever this is.

premonitions

what is this?
what is all of this?
fuel, it reminds me
it's fuel

jet lag

midnight in LA,
morning in rome;
somewhere, though,
you must be awake.
you must. i hope you are
safe, i wish, and sound,
the entirety of your mind and body
with you–
unlike me.

a piece of my soul has torn off
and fell into your hands
flown accross the atlantic.

if it means anything
don't let me whither away
make it mean, at least
one more dream,
where it's morning in LA
and evening in rome.