Jun 21
Sometimes life rigs things in our favor.
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Sometimes life rigs things in our favor.
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Time doesn't matter when you're giving your heart to someone else. Because love is about being vulnerable. And doing the things that scare you.
Like giving your heart to someone after only a few weeks or a few days.
(Samantha Smiles)
Time stops when I'm with you.
I know I should let you go but I want you to need me the way that I need you.
I am just miserably, pathetically in love with you.
I want every week, every day, every moment, to be with you.
(Tristan Montgomery)
Arrival
The parking structure looms,
the daydream dies,
I mask my face and rub my heavy eyes.
I leave my sanctuary in the bay,
And step into the chaos of the day.
But tonight, when tail-lights start to glow,
I’ll find my peace by moving incredibly slow.
The Sanctuary
No Slack alerts can reach me in this lane, No urgent MS Teams calls on my brain. No KPI to chase, no charts to line, This bumper-to-bumper nightmare? It is mine.
I blast the music, let the podcast play, And scream at text messages from miles away. It’s tragic that a traffic jam can be The only hour that belongs to me.
The Paradox of the Dash
My posture stiffens, gripping at the wheel,
Encircled by a shell of glass and steel.
Hours wasted in the morning crawl,
Hours back against a concrete wall.
The fuel gauge drops, inflation eats the tank,
Another costly journey to the bank.
Yet in this metal box, a strange release
A hostile highway brings a sudden peace.
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The alarm clock sounds, a brutal morning chime, It’s time to trade my freedom for the climb. Into the gridlock, brake lights flash in red, A sea of commuters filled with quiet dread. The highway is a parking lot today, As minutes, miles, and patience slip away.
The Irony of Automation
We automate to save ourselves some time,
Yet lack of sleep is now a corporate crime.
The tool that was supposed to set us free,
Just doubled down on our productivity.
So here’s to us, the tired, process-bound,
Still running as the wheel spins round and round.
We train the model that might take our place,
While faking smiles to win the modern race.
The servers hum, the ticket queue is high, We map the workflows under neon sky. "Standardize," they said, "Optimize the view," But now the robots come for process people too.
We built the frameworks, drew the Swimlane lines, Enforced compliance in these changing times. But now a prompt can generate the flow, And leadership is asking: Where did humans go?