Stares on Stairs
Another day at work is over. Productive but overfilled. Overfilled like the streets on the way home. Overfilled like my pants from the 2nd cupcake at my coworker’s birthday toast. Overfilled like the to-dos that await me at home. Yet I’m pulled closer by the joyous noise that my family makes and the fragrance of my partner’s cooking - excited to be overfilled by the life that I’ve built. But before I go from one to the next, I’ll take a moment. A moment for me to sit and enjoy the quiet; a few minutes of calm. A moment, overfilled with nothing - to refresh and recharge.
Another day at work is over. Productive but overfilled. Overfilled like the streets on the way home. Overfilled like my pants from the 2nd cupcake at my coworker’s birthday toast. Overfilled like the to-dos that await me at home. Yet I’m pulled closer by the joyous noise that my family makes and the fragrance of my partner’s cooking - excited to be overfilled by the life that I’ve built. But before I go from one to the next, I’ll take a moment. A moment for me to sit and enjoy the quiet; a few minutes of calm. A moment, overfilled with nothing - to refresh and recharge.
Another day at work is over. Productive but overfilled. Overfilled like the streets on the way home. Overfilled like my pants from the 2nd cupcake at my coworker’s birthday toast. Overfilled like the to-dos that await me at home. Yet I’m pulled closer by the joyous noise that my family makes and the fragrance of my partner’s cooking - excited to be overfilled by the life that I’ve built. But before I go from one to the next, I’ll take a moment. A moment for me to sit and enjoy the quiet; a few minutes of calm. A moment, overfilled with nothing - to refresh and recharge.