Wednesday, 14 September 2016


A couple of nights ago i was woken in at the start of the deep early morning by dreams of guilt.

One night ago it was dreams of hate.

Last night, fear.

It might have been the excessively cheesey pizza I had eaten, or the film I mistaking chose to suffer.

It might be that I still don’t know what I’m going to be doing tomorrow morning.

I’m as uncertain as I am certain that I am going to have to do it.

No sleep ‘till Tuesday then.



Giuseppe Grossi said...

(what's that rock for?)

popps said...

(step carefully?)
(with your stilt on?).

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