Rest is what I want.
Today is Sunday. I’m here at the office working. The parking lot is empty and I am surprised. The guards are playing cards which amazed me a lot. Only few vehicles are on the streets and they’re running slow. There’s no line at the convenience store cashiers’. The place is quiet unlike 5 days ago. Kids are playing on the playground. Everybody’s having a good time. I’m sitting here on the bench with my cigarette lit trying to figure out what life has to offer for me. I’ve been killing time for minutes now. Confuse and still curious. I’m no longer happy. I’m tired. My body’s numb, my mind is tired of thinking and my hands are sore. I’m bored. I want to go home. I want to lay in bed, cuddle my pillows and sleep for hours. We all need rest. For once, I’ll be wishing for it.