i don’t read or write as much as i want or need to; i’m vain and proud- which i despise but can’t seem to change.
while mediocrity and superficial self validation are my chosen poisons for the week,
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.