2:32AM

So I am still up. 2:32am to be exact. I was supposed to start drafting my presentation for our Quarter 2 Business Review. I opened the blank keynote file, I opened the excel files that I needed, and I listened to songs that may help me calm down, but nothing. The blank keynote file is still blank. The excel files unedited, the songs made me yawn, my brain refuses to function for it was overwhelmed with all the data that I had to understand to create an outstanding report.
I have been a supervisor for a year and a month now. I can say that I have adjusted to the hype. Perks come with the title as expected. You get to handle people in hopes that they become just like you or better after you passed along all the things that you could teach them.
It has been a good few months for me but I have recently felt purposeless. I feel exhausted. I feel demotivated. I feel worthless. You may assume that I earn more than everybody else because of the position. Yes, but the truth is, I have reached the point where I am questioning myself as to why I choose to stay even if I know that I could get a job easily earning more and I would only be required to come in for work 5 times a week with 2 consecutive rest days. My brain tells me that this is not what I should settle for.
Madness, you might say. You might think that I am a fool for not being contented with what I have achieved in my life. To be recognized as a person who can lead. I truly am thankful that I get to do this but sometimes I feel that I am wasting my time. WHY? One word to explain my sentiments : MANIPULATION.
I shall continue to be a leader to the people who depend on me because my heart tells me so but I will also continue to dream of being in a better place other than the rotting place I am in now.

Marriage

Yes, It is you and I.
Consuming the same space,
breathing the same air,
We are syncronized.

Yes, this is what spending time together is.
You are there. I am here.
Yet the exhange of words and touches are limited.
If not limited, none.

I often times demand.
But you insensitively do not succumb to my wants.
If not wants, my needs.
This is who you are.

I have grown tired of demanding.
Though I am tired, I still long for you to see.
This is not what I dreamt of.
I am not satisfied.

Inked

tat·too (taˈto͞o/)

verb: tattoo; 3rd person present: tattoos; past tense: tattooed; past participle: tattooed; gerund or present participle: tattooing

• mark (a person or a part of the body) with an indelible design by inserting pigment into punctures in the skin.

Medusa

In Greek mythology Medusa (/məˈdjuːzə, məˈdʒuː-, -sə/, US /məˈduː-/; Μέδουσα "guardian, protectress") was a monster, a Gorgon, generally described as a winged human female with a hideous face and living venomous snakes in place of hair. Gazers on her face would turn to stone. Most sources describe her as the daughter of Phorcys and Ceto, though the author Hyginus (Fabulae Preface) makes Medusa the daughter of Gorgon and Ceto. According to Hesiod andAeschylus, she lived and died on an island named Sarpedon, somewhere nearCisthene. The 2nd-century BCE novelist Dionysios Skytobrachion puts her somewhere in Libya, where Herodotus had said the Berbers originated her myth, as part of their religion.

Medusa was beheaded by the hero Perseus, who thereafter used her head, which retained its ability to turn onlookers to stone, as a weapon until he gave it to the goddess Athena to place on her shield. In classical antiquity the image of the head of Medusa appeared in the evil-averting device known as the Gorgoneion.

My Tattoo's Meaning:

FEMININE POWER.

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