Today - alot:
My Ti turned into Fi for a moment and I wrote this about where I work. I am leaving so the story ends well!
Yes, I used the haiku and turned it into a sonnet(?) - Fi never makes any sense to me either, so if you guys are literary buffs, forgive the poetry slaughter...
When my TI stops...
Call a friend, sleep, write useless
long list with items,
for people who are
left behind, to forget right
after I leave here?
Nah... Nietzsche - a god!
if I think - I am; then the
RIGHT approach is to
Think no more of here
but of never-netherland
NO - of ALL my dreams
long ago to waste,
as I slaved for useless
Masters, who know not
How their ignorance
CUTS OUT OUR SOULS to bleed out...
I will no longer
Allow these vampire
To confuse exhaustion for
faith in their causes.
Yes, tis a cycle
that will come again in time -
but Omniscience saves-
The next row will be
on my terms, without blind trust;
My work - strong... guarded...
I will be dream full
and run far; as I was built!
C'est la vie, good-bye