i get preoccupied
the work in front of me
gets blurred
with the conversation
in my ears
turns to a high pitched ring
my breathing slows down
for just a moment
i escape

in this period
i can run away
let go
rejuvenate myself
casting off hatred
accepting consequences
letting the current caress me

but it doesn’t last
the moment skips
my heartbeat hastens
my breath catches up
the rings fizzle
my vison comes to focus
i return
to the truth

i tell a lie
so i can sit in silence
i clear my desk
to remove distractions
i breathe in slowly
to settle myself
but i can’t relax
i can’t escape


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