This is all the time I have.The rest of my time is stolen away.I am timeless.I am a half-life, half-asleep,blog-posting through a blur of fatigue.My edges are unclear. My face a smear as I slide down the glasslooking out at those with lives.Wondering how they capture timeand make it bend.
Tag: work
I'm at work this week after a week off last week, and it's hard going! So I'm just going to post some lovely soothing wild flowers, and have a nice quiet moment 🙂
office-enough
we are all sitting in boxes bathed in blueish glows tap tap tap phones ring I am so tired I would lay on this rough carpet curl up foetal eyes closed tight while meerkats peer over monitors and I rest my head with back support as a pillow
tired haiku
my tired eyes droop must work despite pain, I sigh then I think of you you brighten my mind and lightened I press onward ’til I’m home with you Inspired by
when
long daysthreadedwith painso tiredsquirming for comforta rainbow of pillsneedtoc o n c e n t r a t eand the pangs comepangs of what-is-the-point?why-me?working hardto pay billsfeedmy familybut whendo I get to live
after work
after all day spent in a box I dip my toes into the meadow then dive… swim through the grass leap over the bushes splash back into ferns and bramble slow down drink in the haze herb robert evening primrose alchemilla willowherb as insects buzz their drunken songs and I am sinking back sinking into…… Continue reading after work
cold horror
My nose is full of custard. My head is packed with booze-soaked sponge cake. I am become trifle from this cold. This summer cold that my daughter gave me, after bemoaning her fate repeatedly. Now it’s my turn. My trifle-head may be worse than hers unfortunately, what with the drugs and all. All week my…… Continue reading cold horror
time
time is rushing and I’m straggling behind running to keep up dropping trails of post-it notes behind me scribbled notes that were important once before their purpose was forgotten the hand-writing indecipherable even to the eye that wrote it please, time have a tea-break and let me catch my breath!
foes
familiar foes have nibbled at my seams ’till I am all frayed edges fluttering fabric fading fast
open-plan
exposed in a crowded room strip lights glare row after row no hiding place and I can’t even see if it’s raining
