Wednesday, 7 June 2006


Wearing the climate like a woollen coat the working day passes in slow motion

The characters that normally scream to be let out on to the page,
rapping on the inside of my skull in impatience,
have temporarily retreated to my dreams

I would love to join them in my imagination but I am slightly delayed

Tied up with mundane matters

Held back by the schedule of my reality

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