not impossible but if i had a choice, i’d rather have flings with people in the industry rather than my immediate work group. office politics is already meddlesome enough without you introducing anything to it as it is.
take a long hot shower and listen to the running water; the pitter patter of drops rolling from my head, to my body- to the floor.
hark to the form of water; formless in its solitude as it washes down an abyss of swill and sweat.
they say that women and men differ in grief; that one chooses to forget the pain to move on while the other strives to hold on to cherished memories.
i’m not sure how true this is, but it’s consolation nonetheless to think you’ll always be remembered in one form or another.