It’s Thursday and with a crappy day at work…
Good fortune
Is writing of a happy time
Remains of the day
The remains of the day, what you choose it to be
Sunshine tonight
If darkness scares you today
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
With familiarity bred contempt
Wanderer
A youth of caprice is what they say
Waiting
I have been waiting with beads of sweat running down my temple.
Potential
He had left me drowning like a bowling ball. And my small cafe was all that was keeping me afloat.
Warmth
“Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”. My sugar starved brain is screaming, “Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”.
Eavesdroppers
Max is rather crabby today. He hates distractions and is not a fan of my abstract sentimentality either. As I laugh, he turns his attention back to our quarry…
Commute
As always I run huffing and panting to catch the bus.
