Multitasking

My toes are hitting the sides of my shoes. This is a sign of wanderlust. The feet being uncomfortable in places they’ve been for so long. I have fun and skipped and walked quickly and hoped breathlessly and open my eyes in attempt to not see what was before me. A stack of papers and a three hole punch. Only two more binders to do. 7000 new pieces of confetti I will create. This is all fodder for wanderlust. My friend has quit his job for a second time and I am still here in my ergo chair with a ache in my neck and a paperplate as decoration. My cup has the remains of stale coffee. My teeth ache for toothpaste. Travel kits and suitcases. Living with only 2 pairs of pants and 5 pairs of socks. I am always searching for simplicity, but I usually end up in a maze of thought. Websites and paperless airplane tickets purchased digitally, essays typed to the rhythm of the squeaky printer hinges. Its 4.58 according to my computer and 4.55 according to my phone. And I wonder which ticket will be my golden one. The one where the doors open wider than my lungs can breath and when I step I will see the floor appear before my feet. Illusion allusion. I have no idea when I started this quickwrite, but it is almost time to go and I must first read Nam’s quickwrite, so I will stop typing now. My fingers are hesitant to stop as they have not achieved any kind of satisfaction from this quickwrite, the heart is still burdened with the day of accomplishing nothing/ breath and be thankful for the breath. There I have accomplished something.