Black and white paper

The whispers of summer tickle my ear,
As I daydream of the months to come.
My head swells with things that have yet to happen,
None of which are directed at these pages in front of me,
These photocopied pages filled with deadlines,
Requirements, and demands. 
Sucking the life out of me, 
When they have no life in them.

When you're too busy with life, and one fine day you find out something that cracks your ribs, punctures your lungs and shatters your heart ( lack of a better term ~__~ )


fuck.

Monday Morning.

Saturday, 5:12pm: "Hey, chill this weekend. Get some sleep. And don't think about work at all"


Monday, 8:16am: "Where are the rough drafts? And I asked for 30 block croqius, why have you only done 15? Do you not understand English?"
Monday, 8:22am: "Your scarpbooks are incomplete. What is wrong with you? Are you not taking this seriously?"
Monday, 10:07am: "I specified, don't change the font, change the colour. And I don't like this poster, The layout isn't right. You aren't working hard enough, very mediocre work. you'll be thrown out of the industry in no time"
Monday, 10:30am "DID I NOT ASK FOR THIS TO BE MONOCHROMATIC???"
Monday, 11:35am..... Monday, 1:03pm..... Monday, 2:23pm....Monday, 4:30pm...


Then you ask me to chill.