A sigh on the breeze

You're a song I sing on the grey days, when the sky is blue and the flowers are bright.
The silence of the crowd makes your presence even more wanted, the absence that's absorbed by the whole.

Putting carts before horses

Bwoy. Now things like this I just shake my head over. So you have an institution and you expect that within a certain period of time the numbers of persons in this instituition are going to increase by a projected amount. When these persons do appear within your established time frame, why is it only months after their arrival that you realize you have a problem accommodating them. The facilities you provide them with have not increased in any way and you are in fact planning on bringing in yet more persons to meet your quota.

Now that just ain't right.

Dark Caverns

Sometimes those moments loom suddenly like a car crash. Literal waves of despair, dark and dank, overbearing. Panic threatens. All inferiorities magnified and unbalanced. Contexts changed chaotically. Some months will be fine , some months won't. So far there's never been a time where the wave lasted for more than a few minutes before the sea calmed. The waves continue coming even wih no disturbances in the area. On the whole I don't think I can be prepared even if I get a two week weather forecast. The best I hope for is to endure the ride.