At work, by the time the shift is over, it is very late. So late that it is early. I'll leave and the chill and the dark will set in. After a long day is abruptly over there is silence.
Workers leave with the occasional "see you tonight." See you tonight. And, it starts to feel like a long while since yesterday, but its only been forty-minutes.
We work into tomorrow, and then we still don't stop. Words climb over into the next chapter. My life becomes one long page of text. From Monday to Saturday,
No breaks, no stops.
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