♠ Good Days, Bad Days

These few days I've been having bad days.

Waking up late, soaked by the time I reached office, pissed off at work and snapping at colleagues.

I'd have sleepy eyes through lunch, and by the time I woke up; it's high noon.

And when it's time to leave, I'd have a blasted headache and I realised that when I'm pissed and tired, I work and walk loudly; the louder it is, the better I'd feel.

Like today after work, I could only hear my heels fiercely digging holes onto the mrt floor. I felt like kicking my heels against a door, slap a person or two and felt the whoosh of wind coming from behind me, which in another word; I'm frustrated.

Lately, I'd need to wake up to rock songs. My attention span's highest at night, lowest in the morning.

I have this therapy where during my journey to work and back, I'd try to shut out the outside noise and find a peaceful center. I've vowed not to listen to music or play games or watch movies while I'm on those trips cos those acts make life easier to pass by, and I want to feel every moment.

Sometimes I'd imagine I'm listening to this song, how the throaty voice intimately whispers to me, begging for a listening ear and then soaring into the sky. And I'd catch myself on the glass smiling.

Those were the days..