August 15th, 2011

Monday 15th August 2011.

 The white screen chaffs, the bridle pulls taunt yet another Monday closes around the clock face, i grab the hands drat they are still moving,better off in scampering to bed....the day has simply been....roasted in Melancholy madness. But i am thankful the sharp claws in the sea pebbles are uncomfortable...hope always hope...