I have to get sleeping pills from my doctor.
So says my mother. She says a lot of things. And I say everything and nothing in return.
I don't like the idea of not being able to wake up.
And I don't like small white things, that sit so menacing inside palms.
I have decided recently, that I believe in magnetic forces, sea tides, and the moon. I should really update my facebook "religious views" status.
Tangible is such wonderful word. And it always makes me think of citrus fruits. Even better.
Of fingernails pressing gently into pitted rind, bringing forth a soft spray. Leaving half moon trails.
I think that I would like to be somewhere else
...waiting for somewhere else to arrive.
It isn't working so far. I also think that I would like to try gardening, in the right moonlight.
My windows are very rattly,
Tomorrow I will stop up the gaps, with ghosts of love letters, the ones that were written but never sent.
Poor dears, they should be used for something.
This is the End. I know I said "Ends", but there is only one.
Two now. Good.
This is the real End.