Sunday, June 10, 2012


I'm not quite sure who I am right now. Seriously. I'm slightly slouched on a stool (or a tall chair, I can't remember what it looked liked before I slumped onto it) looking down at my shoes, my throat feels rough and hard. My lower jaw has extra weight and my voice, I only just discovered, sounds dark and detached. I'm blanking those I care about and shooting nonsense with someone I just met and instantly disliked. I may even have pulled my hood up - I feel blinkered by something.

The guy I only just met believes my subconscious is experimenting with my physical self, forcing me to hide under another skin but I'm not into his talk one little bit. I shout back at him that I hold that huge, black balloon in the sky responsible but he is just shaking his head and rolling his eyes while I point wildly at the ceiling.

Tomorrow I must try to make amends.

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1 comment:

  1. Try letting go of the black balloon and see if a weight's been lifted. :)

    Miss you, J.


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