Work Notepad, Ruined

 

The haze, it takes me: then we stand, drifting

Through the mist; and asking little else,

We wish it absently, in one happiness;

 

I awake my daydreams, pen in hand, drawing

Doodle questions marks and silhouettes

And thinking absently of an absent Us.

 

I have always doodled and daydreamed. The difference between school and work, as I see it, is simply a question of the nature of one’s dreams. In my opinion, it only gets stronger. 

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