The sky above me was the color of nothing just a giant grey abyss that was over my head. At least that's what I saw as for what I felt well nothing in a long time so long I'm not sure I felt anything before this, the wind carried the echoes of my mistakes, and the sun showed the way of my routine id grown to it so much that I saw myself in a loop without really caring for an escape get up brush my teeth take a shower make breakfast leave for work get home sleep repeat I copy and pasted my life not having time for love if it even was real or time for family and friends altho if I had some I'm not quite sure I would have time for them but recently I've had to add my mother calling me to my sequence she calls me every morning from 6 am to 7 am I'm on the phone with the woman who brought me here the woman who always says I can be more then a background character but honestly I won't listen I enjoy my comfortable cycle I enjoy my comfort zone.
"Blake" she would shout through the phone "I'm not giving up on you I know you can be so much more" she tried to motivate me but I would always ignore it her words had no meaning but the muffled sounds of her voice through the phone served as a perfect distraction from the quiet of my apartment the world around me was in caos and a constant state of fear, fear of change fear of different, but what do I care about any of that.
I left for work at 8:00 am sharp the breeze would whisper my flaws and the sun would burn a hole through my happiness as it guided me to my work "get rich" they said "you need money" they repeated "you need to be realistic" the reality is that they lied, money doesn't matter poor people slave away to get it and the rich throw it away I have no money I wasted my life trying to get Rich now I have no house and no time to live in one no, hobbies? Don't got time, money just made me a slave to the world so many people actually get to enjoy the jobs they have i get to enjoy the 5 minutes of meditation I do every night to keep my sanity
As i entered my workspace everything was the same, small office and lots to do noise, oh the noise was the worst part I don't know I disliked more the voices of those customers "hello" "excuse me" "I'm talking to you" or the noise of the people in my office constantly working needless to say customer service was not my best I wasted my life I could have been great but what's the point of focusing on the past? As i got behind the counter I mentally prepared for what was to come today
