What can i say about this Monday,that i have not uttered,thought or even toasted before,risked without drowning in a sea of told you so words,that haunt my hours of day light.
I find i ask myself far to many questions,dwell to long under the leaf mold,drag one foot in front of the other,wishing i was on some sunken beach wallowing in the surf, washing my pale skin in a foaming mirth that could laugh at such a day.
I think today is simply going to have to be left blank,words are stuttering and perhaps that is the best way to treat...Monday..a folly i do not wish to peep inside.