Muse

I can't quite decide to love, or hate breaks.

The anticipation is wondrous, but the last days are always dreadful.

At the eleventh hour, I almost wished I wasn't given days off. Almost.

Ten days of rolling in nothingness, dwelling in timelessness can be quite the addiction. It slowly brings you back to the days of youth and the fraternity life. Such missed times.

Driving home to work and another 4 months to such a break can be quite hazardous. The mind was as blank as a dry well, but luckily the hands and foot was working wonders from years of practice.

Its 855pm and I'm watching the clock ticks.

I don't think you'll be there to kiss me goodnight today.