There’s not enough.

There’s not enough time for everything. There’s not enough energy to do much else. Even there’s not enough brain juice to think about anything but this.

Although, that’s probably because of my own preference.

I want to go home now, I want to kiss my wife in the lips when I open the door. I want to hug my daughter and wait on the edge of her bed while she dozes off to a deep slumber. I want to cuddle with my wife in late night while watching bad soap-operas.

There’s not enough time for that, unfortunately.

I want to go back to my office. Probably give props to the clever ones and actually slap at the rude ones. Been wanting to do this for forever. Longing to give my boss a good jab, too. Never got the chance for this.

Nor the courage.

I want to hang out with my friends, act like we’re in bachelor parties, and for once, we become the center of the universe. I’m sick of being the little sattelite. I want to be the sun. I want to be the causa prima of it all. I want to be needed. I want someone to be so hung up on me, get addicted to me, and consider me his or her personal heroin.

I lost that particular someone, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get her back.

There’s not enough time for that, unfortunately.

And neither the skills. I’ve lost my mojo years ago, and it died somewhere along when I’m sucking up to my boss.

There’s nothing else to do. I’m not screaming, but I can hear loud sounds splitting my eardrums. I’m not crying, but I think I feel one tear splashed down my face. I’m failing, keep failing down, and I can feel a smile cracked on my face.

I stretch my arm, and I can feel my wife’s hands on me, her warm skin feels right against mine. Chuckles come from my mouth, something alien that I’ve never met before. she swirls me around, and I feel like I’m flying, not failing.

I stretch my other arm, and my daughter joins us, and we are complete, one happy family. Oh, God. And that would be the first time I dare to say that.

I kick around, and somehow, it finds its way into my boss’ crotch. Take that, you ugly beast. I’m quitting. I’m quitting. I’m freaking quitting.

I’m freaking free.

Unfortunately, there’s not enough time to-

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!NEWS!

A man was found dead on streets. Witnesses claim that he fell from the 20th floor on his apartment. He has two of his ribs broken, and has also crushed his limbs. It’s suspected that his death was quick and painless.

But we have yet to discover why he’s smiling.