Originally Written About a Work-Mate, but Actually A Few Words to My Former, Yet Still Lingering, Self.

Man, I hear you.  And I wish you could hear yourself right now.  I see through you.  And I wish you had eyes.  I know you.  I wish you knew yourself. You’re over there, waving your knife around when it should be cutting, blasting off your mouth when you should be focusing, angry when you… Read More Originally Written About a Work-Mate, but Actually A Few Words to My Former, Yet Still Lingering, Self.