nicholas is nearly 90 miles away and
yet he still texts to say good morning
and to ask how everything is.
the people here at work are all strangers
and i guess i find a lot of comfort in that
my quick introduction and greeting
will be forgotten as soon as they enter that elevator door.
and that is good because
i don't want to be remembered.
emotions are something that when i was younger
(even just 2 years ago)
i worshiped and thought as one of my best qualities:
the ability to feel (hard)
and to embrace those feelings.
i'm starting to question thier intent and even thier
place in being there.
would it be better to be a hollow body
with a hollow chest
with a hollow head?
carnival inside is getting tiresome.