Questions to which i seek answers ….
Where do the odd socks go ?
Why do I sleep in when I have a really important meeting on at work that morning ?
Why do I wake up early on the days I don’t have to work ?
Why do I spill dinner on myself when I am wearing light colours ?
Why do I keep eating chocolate when I know it is no good for me ?
Why can’t I get motivated ?
do i have to hear the alarm at 6am ?
do i have to get out of my warm bed ?
do i have to shower and dress for work ?
do i have to check my makeup and hair ?
do i have to race and eat my breakfast ?
do i have to have a coffee on the run ?
do i have to warm up the car ?
do i have to listen to the morning chatter on the radio ?
do i have to drive that 5k to work ?
do i have to go and sit and my desk ?
do i have to have spend all day here ?
do i have to eat lunch at the same place ?
do i have to force myself to continue through the afternoon ?
do i have to lock up the building and head home ?
do i have to cook dinner ?
do i have to clean up after everyone ?
do i have to drag my exhausted self to bed ?
do i have to do ti all again tomorrow ?
do i have to ?
do i ?
?
no time to find solitude
there is no time to be alone
the noise overwhelms me there is no quiet
the peace i long for is gone
thoughts overtake my mind
i can’t reflect on my plight
i need to meditate
I need to clear my head
i need to think
help me
not the type that float around in white sheets wailing whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo
not the type that open cupboards doors and hide things to annoy you
not the type that hang around in cemetarys rattling bones
but
the ones that linger in your memories
popping up when you least expect it
invading your thoughts
when you think you are free
they come back
and they scare you
more than any rattling of bones
my first sunday scribblings for months
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