I am consumed.
From the top of my head to the tips of my toes I am consumed.
By fear? By desire? The two are so married.
Tossing and turning in my sleep last night, stamping my little size 4 feet on my springy mattress, giggling!
Such a simple idea!
I want to tell you all about it, I do and I will, I promise, but I need to get out.
I thought a swim in the pond but it's cloudy over. Besides, I swam yesterday, the water cleared my head.
It doesn't need clearing today. It needs focussing so I'm going to the park.
"Did you fill in the form I gave you?" said the school social worker.
"Oh, oh no, it's somewhere, it's somewhere, I'll do it."
"Can you do it today?"
"No, sorry I can't, I mean I'll try, I'm on a bit of a different planet at the moment, I'm following my instinct!"
"Your what?"
"My instinct, I'm following my instinct!"
You coming stiggers? I've got a pen and paper to write about last night. We can't stay here.
The smallest ideas can cause such carnage. Good carnage, good carnage!!
I'm in control. I am, I swear it, I am in control!
I'm crapping my proverbial pants.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!
2 comments:
I come here often, I don't often comment, but really... you expect a school social worker to understand a thing like instinct? It's not in the manual! Ergo, doesn't exist. LOL
AV
Ha ha! She did indeed look at me as though I was on another planet, which I am, but fortunately nobody realises that because I have a tan! It's when I speak that I give the game away!!
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