Confessions of a Workaholic

‘Do you like to work?’, They’d ask.

I sit there for a second, and really think about it..

Do I?

I like the fact that when I’m working, I can’t think of anything else.

I can’t think about what happened yesterday, what’s going to happen today or what may happen in 10 years.
I can’t think about why I’m where I am, and why I still don’t feel quite in place.
I can’t think about why nothing ever works the way I want it to, and even when it does it’s apparently not what I want.
I can’t think about all the memories I wish I didn’t have, and all the mistakes I want to make again, and again and again..

But most of all; I can’t think about how much I miss you.

How much I wish you were here.

How much I can’t stand the fact that it’s the way it is

And how much I’ll always care.

So, Yes. I do like to work.
I like to work for my sanity.