In the pit of my stomach there is fear. Heavy, weighty, fear.
My mind is in la-la land where creativity resides
A stone sits in my throat and I cannot swallow it
That must be fear travelling upwards and getting lodged so I can't voice it.
August 5th the lease ends. August. August 2010.
I have heard nothing from no-one.
Not the housing association
Not the council
Not my new support worker
I have heard nothing from no-one
Apart from my old support worker texting saying:
Any luck?
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