EXHAUST

When you hear the ring, you need to pick up the receiver, or answer it using the mic provided, you discuss, you ramble, sometimes its a riot, sometimes its not, sometimes you have to be tough and be firm, sometimes you have to be empathetic and be considerate. You'll hear different voices in an everyday setting, you'll meet different people but they're never feasible. You hear them shout, nag and snap at you, but every situation can be weighed by the amount of patience you have. Some may be irrational, senseless and many times you'll run in circle, but everything is a matter of your tone.

There will be days that you'll be in the battlefield of arguement, sometimes you win, sometimes its the other. It's really unpredictable. No one knows what will happen next. What happen yesterday may happen the next day. There will come a point that everything will be repetitive. You'll soon get tired of what you're doing. You'll drown yourself to the sea of boredom. You'll drag yourself to the calvary of work. It's a never ending cycle.

You laughed at it in the middle of nothingness. You lit a cigarette, you breathed in, and you breathed out the toxins that you've inhaled for the last two hours. You stared intently on the dark gray sky. And then, you asked yourself, what have I become?