Last day of work

Fat raindrops danced on the multitude of surfaces as I emerged from the looming office building that binded me for a year. It felt good to be free and afraid at the same time whilst wrapped in the blanket of darkness. I have forgotten what it is like to be always on the ball, a year of compromises can to do that to you.

A black and white movie started cruising through my mind as I replayed the last year in slow motion. Thinking ever so slowly of what I have learnt as I wringed the fabric of my memory tightly.

It was a dark and cold night but I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice that somebody had played a cruel joke on me. The joker removed a few screws and knots but but left everything else to avoid detection. So there I was in one of those moments, the breeze was cold and rain trickled down along the wrinkles of my face, my stomac growled in protest and my bike is falling apart. I was amused, it is a desperate situation that is faintly familiar. Deep down inside I like this feeling. I am afraid and alive, the fear makes me hunger and the hunger makes me desire.

Then the desire will consume me.