work does something to people.
by work i mean office work. outside work. not schoolwork. work-work.
it did something to my mom.
it just did something to me.
i threw my bunch of keys at my bro to shut him up.
it wasn't supposed to hit him.
it was supposed to be an aimless, vaulted throw at nothing.

i think work makes your frayed nerves rawer, your temper shorter, your threadlike patience even thinner.
work makes you come back from the hubbub of life to a secluded sanctuary.
work makes you come back and slam things.
work makes you think you are suddenly bestowed with the right to yell, to snap, to throw, to blow, to thunder, to holler at those closest to your hearts.
work makes people run around in their head in circles, wonder about skyhigh dreams by looking down at their feet on dusty grounds.
work makes people hurry from place to place, shutter from train to train, bus to bus, scurry from person to person.
work makes one a high-compressed cooker. work screws down the lids on a bursting, exploding cooker.

work makes you lose yourself. your peace. your spirituality. your inner sense of wellbeing.
how ironic - that in keeping a roof over your head and putting food on the table, you lose track of who you are and what you were meant to be.