Monday, Mid-Morning
Sudden debilitation on a Monday, mid-morning. I am not here. Staring into faces of the future as they appear in the ceiling tiles. Because what you think of me matters and I hate that about me.
Sudden debilitation on a Monday, mid-morning. I am not here. Staring into faces of the future as they appear in the ceiling tiles. Because what you think of me matters and I hate that about me.