sometimes i wonder, how long will this facade continue? right now i am playing a part, and i am more than tolerating this lifestyle. my job drains me, and i spend twelve hours a day committed to the metro & boulot of it. somehow i accept that my day is eaten up, and that i return home a vegetable. all i can do when i get home is eat and recline. watch mindless tv while surfing the internet. even within the facade, there are gems in my day. just walking through the lush city streets in may, that is my love. that is my soul. the smell of spring and the thick green leaves.