The lonely desert of overtime.

Overtime. Again. 12 hours have passed and my mind feels lie it's alone in the desert with just the howl of the wind for company. 

It's like a timeless zone as my body aches all over but I press on further to the point of almost legs buckling. Am I really so money centric at the moment? I imagine next week will be normal hours after I work this last weekend for however long. 12 hour days used to be my cutoff but I've be one greedy with it. Pay day is a wonderful feeling but I think I'm at my physical limits bearing in mind I take less than 5 days a year holiday. 

This feels like an isolated path which I've made for myself in life. But it's one that bears so many fruits and just feels so....right. 

I feel I'm following a higher path. I'm in tune with my purpose and the wheels spin with a fluid motion, smooth and unstopping. Everything seems to have fallen into place. 

Even though I spend hours working alone and living alone, I can't help but feel more 'together' and complete than I've ever felt. 

I swim in my own life. I douse myself in myself. I guess I'm thoroughly wrapped up in being me. I'm aware that outside of my life's goings on there's a much bigger world, it's just that it's meaningless to me.