8:29
It's 8:29 and I have tons to do, tons and tons of work deliverables that never really finish. It's a monthly cycle of reports and in fighting at work and egos backlashing against each other. I had been swimming in this sea of loneliness for some time now that it had been more than a year since I drummed eloquent beats and wise harmonies of discontent in my head. I would like to admit that I had been dumbed down by the hustle and bustle of the world, bouncing back after covid. Come to think of it it's been what, 4 years since I last thought it's the end of all ends. Now I feel its tribulation coming, preparing us all for His 2nd coming. I would like to carefully tread this post but the fatalistic religious me can't help herself. In fact when I write aimlessly, everything leads back to this story, the story of God's love and how we all happen to blew all that away. Cause nothing in this world really matters...
