A poem I wrote immediately after signing on the dotted line to get. the. building: ⠀ ⠀ it's time ⠀ you go have a drink ⠀ they say⠀ how're you gonna celebrate?⠀ my mind is blown empty ⠀ I am just hanging here⠀ suspended⠀ in this moment ⠀ with all their eyes on me ⠀ I fumble a bit ⠀ with my words ⠀ in an overwhelm of ⠀ subtle energy ⠀ a rush throughout ⠀ my body systems ⠀ from the profoundness⠀ of the ritual ⠀ in all it's mundane ⠀ stacks of paper ⠀ ⠀ *it's the ritual*⠀ ⠀ they are waiting expectantly ⠀ we all know innately ⠀ that life changes ⠀ the moment you walk out that door ⠀ we feel it in the air ⠀ ⠀ I see it in their eyes ⠀ a friendly ⠀ yet serious tone ⠀ I am signing my name ⠀ promising to pay back ⠀ the largest sum of money ⠀ I could conceive of ⠀ until this point ⠀ of my evolution⠀ ⠀ it's in their tone of voice ⠀ as they explain ⠀ one by one ⠀ what each document means ⠀ like getting married ⠀ there is a commitment ⠀ solidified into these stacks ⠀ of papers and ⠀ a promise ⠀ like...