Engulfed.

In a hot and cold eye, gusty winds are wiping at the side all the while silence is in the air. Feelings of negativity dance upon thy skin, sending shivers to the ends of this corpse. Anger and frustration cause the brows to furrow, making it difficult for the passage of air. Fear leads to sorrow, resulting in silent, empty water droplets gracing themselves upon the blank canvas.

Today.

Woke up around 9:30am. Got pissed off. Stayed pissed off for an hour or so. Became normal but still bitter. Got called in again. Read 150 pages. It's 103 degrees. My armpits are sweaty even with AC. Et cetera et cetera.

Ko quan tam.