I saw a tear on my left leather boot
last Wednesday evening.
I continued to wear them
because they still carried out their duties,
such as walking through tinnitus, beacons and illusions.
I knew they weren’t in a good condition.
Now I’m sat in a hospital.
My skinny jeans are restricting me
and I watch patients float through on trolleys.
The medics behind are camouflaged
and their voices contrast.
I wish I wasn’t so arrogant.
Last night I dreamt of the
Its eyes were comparable,
its colours were interminable,
its voice was admirable.
I followed its song
through that short night
and when I woke up,
it was next to me.
- When your laptop over-heats and dies and demolishes your words right before your eyes. I wish I had a photographic memory.
- When you have the sudden urge to write (it’s like being desperate for a wee)- nobody understands your compulsion to write unless they have been in the same situation (and as an eighteen year old, not many of my friends understand this craving).
- When you highlight all of your work to change the font or make it bold and you delete all of your fucking work. And yes, that has just happened to me. And yes, this is the reason why I’ve just written this post.