158th post.

awake yet asleep.
aware but unaware.
here and there.
alive but living.
rested yet restless.
me and i.

the ache in my breast is downplayed by the pain in my stomach. what could have been is now nothing but my imagination. how long does it goes from dreaming to living, i wonder. i try to correct the thoughts. i don’t want to be controlled by them. i am their master.



but thankful.

fourth week in a new assignment at a very familiar place but on brands that are new to me. new young people and familiar old faces. out of office by 6.30 most days. five train stops away from home. 30mins from door to desk. much to be thankful for, I reckon.