staring down piles of paper and tuning out the voices that jump up from other tables.
more numbers. more tables. more writing.
lockdown in a room with no windows on a sunny day.
sitting in a prison of my own choosing with all the willingness in the world.
it drags on, dragged on, drugged on caffeine and fast food and sleepless nights
brushed a hair out of my eye, stared at the phone resting silently on the table
distractions are welcomed but not needed