I watched faces; slowly the buzz about the place became accustomed to my being. There exists a stark difference to what I have left behind; a feeling of purpose exists but an unexplained loneliness cohabits. I miss my Cubicle, I yearn for my afternoon tea, I covet the melancholy, the camaraderie, or maybe I miss being ME.
But isn’t this life...
There persists a constant struggle to move on and readjust.
We carry within us a blinding gap that aches the soul within, we try desperately to adapt to the changes.
How long? A brief time or a long tenure... I don’t know.
Its different, it’s scary...
I just watch faces.
4 comments:
Beautifully stated, Farsh (as always).
I didn't know you'd changed jobs--is this why I never hear from you anymore?
It's sounds like you are having some adjustment issues at the new place... I hope it is better in some respect. And I hope you are well.
Love,
M
I hoped for a quite transition... its just been too quite for my liking :)
Slight adjustment issues but hopefully everything will re-align itself.
I'm sending re-alignment vibes your way.
--M
I just wanted to say (again) that the bird poem you shared with me today is one of the most amazing pieces of art I've experienced in a long time.
You are a killer poet, Farsh.
--Minty
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