#no emails

about to close laptop in 4, 3, 2...

you made it through the black forest of another work week.

From the system that I was planted into the very day I was born

Made to grow into, roots digging deeper

Until I pull out every fiber of my being

One day I'll move far away from there

From everything I've ever known

I'll settle down in the woods in an old house

With herding dogs and houseplants

Drinking tea on my porch in the morning

One day I'll let myself be exhausted

From the mud i trudge through every day

I'll curl up on the floor like an old dog

Rest my head on my paws

Thank you! I work very hard to cultivate only the most ominous and strange of vibes.

And while I'm honored you want me to write a professional email, truth be told I am chronically in fear of my inbox. I do not perceive my emails. I refuse to let them find me.