Routine

and you think the meaningless conversation
the casual hello's and goodbye's
the old jokes,the jargon,the gossip
the coffee you always hate and the food you never like
the smiles,the winks of the eye,the pat,the soft punches,the dragging by the pulling of the arm
the passionate grudges,crushes,hate,love,like,dislike
the phone calls about nothing and sms's about everything
the ever growing folder of photographs and the videos on your desktop
the sand that always gets into your feet
the grass that always wets your shoes in the morning
the door glass that you always check yourself out in while you enter the block

is routine....until it is there no more...and all what is left is responsibility and accountability...the uncertainty of the future makes you feel insecure and you feel the seriousness of life getting to you...and you are watching t.v and wondering about the people that used to be your life...but then everyone has moved on and so should you...
your routine has set you free but it still owns your time,a part of your life that you cannot have back...
so while your still there...make it worth while...your routine is the indelible ink you are writing your past with...write it well...more importantly make it beautiful.