Free
I step outside the office and fresh air fills my nasal passes, that which is not clogged by this irritating sickness, and I feel free again. I feel like I can keep living, I feel like I have hope, I feel free to do whatever the fuck I want to cause it’s my life now. I’m not ruled by office etiquette, office rules, authority or debt. I’m not working for a pay check anymore. I am free, until it all starts over again tomorrow…
