look up.

sometimes i'll be waiting for an almighty crash from
above me.
planes falling from the sky.
the world caving in.
i look above me,
waiting.

nothing ever happens,
though.

and so i keep waiting.

Ring Ring.

Luckily the phone on the desk in my three-sided office
has the date on it.
Otherwise,

I would forgot what day it is.

Sometimes



it is so grey in here,
that I forget












my own
name.