What is life?

I sit at my desk now, staring at a picture of me and my friends. We were college buddies and before that neighborhood friends. Now… we’re pen jockeys and paper pushers. I close my eyes as I swivel my chair to face me in the direction of the only view that isn’t a cheap, carpeted wall: the aisle.

What else is in this universe?

Erica strides by, her face in a perpetual scowl, creasing a face that I know is much too pretty to frown all the time. I observe her feet shuffle past and see one sheet of paper escape her grasp and fall triumphantly on the ugly brown carpet.

What if this is everything?

Erica now past, I can take notice of Carl across the way. Interestingly enough, he is also looking out and we happen to catch eyes. I offer a wan smile and he lifts his head up in a ’What’s up’ fashion. He points to the paper and offers a laugh which we share as we both turn back to pay attention to the work.

Deadline’s Approachin’ a hand-made sign reminds me.

Alone, I pick up my pen.