A Belated Post
It is 7:38 P.M and, as expected, I am still at my cubicle. I cannot help but ponder upon the fact that I see my life taking turns in directions I always thought I would never ever, consciously, take.
The part that astounds me, though, is that I seem to feel at home once office ‘officially’ gets over. Sure, I go through the initial feeling of getting up and running back home when I see the buses depart at 6:00 but the transcendence of this despair to comfort feels smoother than Coke with ice. !.
Adios
A.G
The part that astounds me, though, is that I seem to feel at home once office ‘officially’ gets over. Sure, I go through the initial feeling of getting up and running back home when I see the buses depart at 6:00 but the transcendence of this despair to comfort feels smoother than Coke with ice. !.
Adios
A.G
posted by The Artful Dodger | 9:58 PM
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