Pizza my old friend.

The world feels heavy now.

Sitting upon my shoulders.

All the hours in the day filled with many questions.

Pressure, it weighs like a bag on my back.

People asking. People needing. People wanting.

Where is there a hidden place? Where I can just breath again?

The whistle, it sounds. Time for work again.

And there is sits. Happily it waits.

My friend. Perhaps.

Warm.

All the time in the day. Filled with many questions.

But there. You sit. My friend.

I greet you with a smile.

I thought of you all day.

But you are cold now.

Perhaps.. not a friend at all.

I lean closer.

My judgement still not clear.

I wipe my eyes.

So many worries for me in this day.

We use to be friends.

But now we cannot.

I smile. And walk away.