Work Day

Rustling of paper Click clacking of keys Whispers of small talk Among dozens of screens A small bit of light Through a lonely window creeps Along the bland carpet Until the work day has ceased SWD 02/2017

Love can feel like…

I am getting married next year. I have been tossing the word love around in my head a lot and making sure I have a grip on my own understanding of how it feels and what it means. I thought of how I equate finding love to finding a perfect career. When choosing a career that may be permanent why not be diligent in finding what you love and care about before committing? Shouldn’t dating be the same? He and I seemed to blend so well with one another, though nothing is perfect. No matter how effortless a relationship or occupation may feel at most times, everything takes effort and dedication. I am truly excited to be marrying my best friend next October and cannot wait to face the challenges of our future endeavours.

My office is…

My office is In the center of the building And I don’t mean center like the star of the architecture Or the focal point of its magnificence I mean like dead center Like the middle As in completely surrounded by the rest of the bustling hospital My office is Closed off No one is allowed…