Day and night,
I shuffle papers
Not doing anything for me
creatively
I feel lost in a vortex
Days are filled
Weekends are filled
Everything is filled
with everything but me
I am lost amidst
computers and pens and faxes
and labels
and e-mail
and
life
I am lost amidst
phone calls
and
life.
But I am still
here.
20days
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