spheres of time.

i spent the whole week disconnected.i've felt like this before i think.you swallow minute after minute in the name of work and you find the days speed by like wasps.home is a distant noun.and rest even further.i traded cigarettes for sleep last week.night after night.i count the days to when i might dictate my own work.the counting is tedious like the math i never was good at.and i laugh because with the end of last week comes this week...with the same days,same people and same nights.