Its just another day at the office – just another ordinary day between the computer and the phone calls and the occasional word with the co-workers. Its another long road to my house. Another night of leftovers and tv. As I eat, I realize that I can measure my life with the million answered calls and unanswered emails. Its another dinner alone and another superficial sitcom. Its another empty bed and another unsettled night. I am dimming the lights and filling the air with empty songs.
My sleepless eyes are busy dreaming.