So this is just a time

Where I allow myself to give my heart to my work
I acknowledge the absence
I make peace with the solitude
The contant flurry of coming and going of working
Nonstop.

It's a time of holographic cds used as decorations
It's a time of pastels
Of embracing fire
Of dancing among the forest
The swamps, the pine leaves
Running naked past the past.

Never wanted this to happen to us
I wrote in blood
I could see us decaying all around me
I feel that every time it all falls apart.

Time for pizza
Gotta finish my wine
And find the time
To enjoy the freedom
The resilience
The choice to release.