just for you

I sit in

this office

chair. the clock

moves

in slow

motion.

slowest motion.

i am going

to die.

just of bordem,

don't worry

this little poem

kept me goin

six minutes and

i'll be done

I am gorwing tired of this office job. Since working in the salon I wonder how I've even stayed here this long. I love working with my hands, interacting with other, and most importantly...Applying my skills!!

But until the clients are more frequent I'll suffer the painful agony of this office. I may not survive