Lunch break

The soft sound of music hides the difficult thoughts and brings a bit of relaxation to my posture. The time is ever moving, closer to appointments and responsibilities. Captivity in a world so uncaring brings little thoughts after one gives up. The better man beats me down for the last time, again. The eyes close and mind begins to dream, trying its best to release the pain and grasp at something better, something that its younger self might have thought.

The lilting of music shifts awkwardly and brings my head up, looking at the device with an unprecedented smile. How strange, a smile. I touch my lips and they grow more thin and taught hurting the cheaks which are unaccustomed to such things. I should do this more often. I should.. Again I think more of things that should be, and forget reality. Reality is always different than these childish dreams of mine.

The chair creaks as I lean back in it with a sigh, staring now unconciously at the ceiling, whispering numbers under my breath. counting meaningless things was a bad habit that wasted much of my life as a youth. Numbers, much like reality gives structure to these dreams, gives structure and boundaries. The music changes again with a new frown. That means break is over, it's time to go back to work.