In the dried lands, I rise, and fall

Weird dream, I never had a straight one anyway.
Don't remember much, the only thing I remembered is - someone died, suicide, no less,
Who, I disclose. Why? I don't know.
I wonder why I would felt into the same setting over and over again.
It's the same place again, that condominium.
Every time whenever I had a dream about family, it's always there,
Maybe subconsciously, I only thought of it as my real home, the only place ever.
I don't really hate this place, I mean, how could you complain having a bigger place?
But I don't know why, all my dreams, I kept getting drawn to that condo.
Maybe I read too much to invoke that dream, or my body just need to get some fluid out, haven't been dropping a tear or two for some time now.
This Saturday I'll be visiting her grave, so it's 2 years plus already, time really does fly,
And one concept is proven to be plain lie for fool; Time DOES not heals ANYTHING.
Every thoughts of her invoke sadness and loneliness. The scar won't go away no matter what.
Now I wouldn't want to go deep, it's bad to suddenly broke down and started crying in office for no apparent reason.

There's a lot of people going again this month, seriously I swear there's more than 5 people leaving in just 3 months of my working.
Just when the manager ...did I mentioned she's cute?
Okay moving forward, just when she hired someone, there's always people going.
Now that I think of it, most of them is M_____ * fill in the blank*.
I guess this work is pretty hard, not that I experienced most of them, I've only did small part of it.
But I think I can tell after all, it's hard to not notice them,
It's written all over their face, pressure, the look on their face when they got into trouble with the higher-ups.
I'm starting to spend my last few days loathing around, maybe because my mentor afraid that after I left, the work I followed up will be in a mess,
So she's stopped giving me work like she did before, pfff, now I'm bored out of my skull.

Tink-kwee