A Poem

I wrote a terrible poem, and since this is my blog and I can post what I want to, here we are.

Pulsing

Gentle yet insane.

Urging

Making yearning known

Hiding

What is timing?

Foolish

Best laid plans;

Time

Holds no consciousness.

Well, there we are, then. 

Life is so interesting. I find working from home to be both awesome and isolating, so far. I feel lonely, yet I speak with multiple clients per day. I was scared I'd be unproductive without the office environment, but I think I'm getting stuff done!

Either way, I was feeling a bit weird and I wrote a poem. What can I say? I'm a word person.