Sunday 8 March 2015

Won't Work

It's not something I would have decided officially. It's something I would have come to regardless. This tacit tradition of turning off-track has long lingered here. It's a matter of seeking something to sadden over. It's a matter of finding focus in forgetting others. No matter how important. No matter is this day's matter once the word 'work' wills 'won't' as its counterpart. Else 'will'. Else 'would'.