twister
I’m spinning.
Caught in a whirlwind of things from the moment i wake.
Somedays, i wonder how i go on not knowing what lies at the end,
with a million little things slowly revealing before me.
Blind as the night, led purely by my instinct.
Consider the timeline of the work at hand,
it’s impossible to predict the outcome.
But yet, i know i will get there… cause i’m a fighter.
Even though i’m helpless in the middle of a storm,
i find things to cling onto, to make my way out alive.
The handphone rings.
The printer jams.
The people who changes their mind at the last minute.
The wrong accusation.
The sudden urgency.
The lack of trust.
The stupid comments.
The typo.
The tape that won’t stick.
I went for a massage to soothe my body and calm my nerves.
Thank god it worked.
