Purpose

Sitting in an office cubicle. Answering emails, pushing numbers. Creativity left behind. Small progress. Large progress. No progress. Doesn't seem to matter much. A chain of command so long and nebulous. Can't see the top. Can't affect the bottom. Rhythmic work where days blur together. Like marching soldiers taking orders. Or factory workers placing the... Continue Reading →

Stuck (Micropoetry)

So many voices of people pulling me in all directions. Yet, I remain here. Stuck. Wondering if I'm too far gone. To do something meaningful with my life. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/man-in-gray-long-sleeve-shirt-sitting-on-brown-wooden-chair-5255996/

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