daily grouses

Its 10 am and i have nothing to do productive. Simple dilly dallying..am simply strolling by the machine lane. So congested..so chaotic. The noise fucks my head. No one is around to fancy a blather .the machinery sounds don’t seems to give me any soothing resonance. my head can really get annoyed if i ask my mind to resolute the cryptic squeal they are making. All are so harmonised sync chaos..so ordered. All people working on the shop floor as if they are born in such a ambience. Each day’s dilly dallying with this idiotic cum weird head of mine. How many snippets of daily grouses i have written and discarded . Whenever im sullen i write to unfurl my inner fucked up thoughts..Why i write i don’t know. How each morning i wake up and totally aware about how my typical day is going to be in that prosy crap. I can read those unseen lines what written on my forehead when i take my hand mirror--~you are so wasted~. I gulp this truth and deck up in formal shitty clothes. Each second from then my head implodes with the work that’s going to entail me and fuck me for the whole day..Which least of it fails to lures me .i dnt give a flying fuck to the stuffs i do. My animosity and acrimonious have nothing to do with the people around me...no one really cares. It my life and i can see it going wasted. But i can’t do anything..What can i? By the day the crescendo of my head is in its peak and by evening it ends..i know by the time i will reach room it will be late .i can only manage time of sleep and dinner. Why i sleep.. i dnt sleep..SHUTEYES..i just put myself on resume mode for next day work.. Like a cycle am being running for the last one year... am too tired now..Too tired of this so called life ..Now it’s escalating within me like a incurable disease ..