Office
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

I return to my routine. At work.
I’m by my Self. For every person that enters, the whole energy changes. It sucks.
I forget where I was before. In my mind, circles, surrender.
For every project that gets cancelled another comes in.
Teo. He doesn’t love me. He likes me. That’s all there is. He’s just, not there.
If only I’d listened to me.
And so it is.
I’m not moving. I wish I was, but I’m not.
Y eso es.
And so it is.

