
“First day at work”
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Those few drops of water was the only thing I needed right that second.
Water do have taste, you know, and my drop tasted like heaven, with sweet afterglow.
But when I finally opened my red, sore eyes, I realized that this feeling was a mirage, same as a taste of the water on my dry inflated lips. I was standing at the middle of the desert, my crushed corn field plane was at my right, and my confidence was at my left.
“Happy first day at work, for fucking sake”- I cried losing my presense in this world.
