The Sweat of the Brow (x)

The next day’s much the same. And the next.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t have anything to do. I don’t have anything I want to do. I’m done.

I don’t say much. Ben doesn’t say much more. He drinks, I don’t.

The tide comes in and out, the sun and moon switch places. I earn a little interest, and draw a little closer to tax day.

This isn’t life.

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~ by davekov on 5 October 2011.

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