In the meanwhile…

What’s new in this life they call mine is a relative concept with no solid ground to tread upon, even why I haven’t written for the longest time has no answer… maybe it’s a collusion of factors I have no control over.

The past months were spent setting up my new apartment, my very own pad strewn with van gogh prints and the much-needed air conditioning.

More so the work has been hectic and at times rather frustrating, have spent many an hour planning the impending and hopefully inevitable exit from here, though I don’t see light at the end of this tunnel.

I have reached a stage where I cannot handle the boss and her unreasonable tantrums much longer. I have during the whole process of trying to stay afloat forgotten where I am swimming or who I am, I wake up dreading the days she would be waiting on us at work sharpening her proverbial knives. It’s a rather shyte situation to find myself entwined in.

Gone are the days when I could write at will, with more time on my hands and a comparatively peaceful existence the whole idea and process was a simple collusion of factors enabling me to reduce every moment gone by to words on a piece of paper. However how things change, every word now is an effort its an uphill battle where the summit seems farther away than I can hope or imagine.