difranco

and i find myself choking on all my contradictions.

tomorrow ill return to working, a possible temporary solution to controlling empty time. my boss is currently away for two weeks training so, i shall only suffer under the wrath of my supervisor for now.

i'm tired, warm eyed, jaw shakingly tired. exhausted hunched shoulders, the effort to place my glass to my mouth and swallow seems unimaginable.
blood from tears runs free'r than night, only those who lack self are unseen during waking hours; welcome hours.
how to hold on.