My mind is steeped in melancholy. Essentially i am at a point where i thought i would have accomplished more. The thing i have conscientiously cultivated over the past month has abruptly came to a halt. I have become disillusioned with the folly of my actions. I feel... daft.
My greatest fear is the fear of complacency. I fear the recession of my drive and the surrender to routine and the monotonous humdrum of LIFE. I am flying tomoro and i am distracted and unexcited. My mind awashed with all the things i need to deal with when i return. Apprehension mostly and then worry...
Just this afternoon as i gazed out my window in the office, i surveyed my surrounds and pictured first day back at work.
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