It's kinda hard talk about your feelings when all you have done for years is shut then tight inside yourself.
Not a poem this time, maybe just a joke.
Getting mature and having the time flowing like a river on the rainy season just do any good to anybody.
Well, just think about having your job and then run away from it.
Yes, completely paranoid, I know, but... It's the people I work together or the profession?
I'm a man-machine, or machine-man, yet manmachine.
I always hope for a little more of feeling everyday on my work, but I always get more bits and bytes.
Sounds strange a man talking about feelings on his job, right?
But, if you just take a close look, you'll understand that there's something more that I search.
I search something to live for, and not to get mad everyday.
Coming home every night looking the people while I drive makes me feel so unreal, like in a tv show, just because I'm away.
I'm a manmachine, I just exist while being sorrounded by computers and their problems.
In my work, all I got is my friends and colleagues chichatting about the work, about the resignation of someone and about who's get the department's manager seat.
Fuck hell, The only one who cares about me and support me there isn't someone that I would call to go out one day!
Everybody is trying to hide something from somebody.
In my office, we're 4. One of us, the guy who's support me don't even talk to the other two ones, while I do.
I just can't stand on like this.
We're not a group of comrades.
And I'm the middle of a ego's fight.