bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Monday 26th November 2007.

I am felt vulnerable tonight as i walked home in the fog,the usual sounds were missing cushioned perhaps by the fog.The unease as my footfall squashed weekend thoughts to the distant end of my mind, to lay amongst the beeswax gathered over time,each layer has mutated through leaving the tapestry to hang uneasy in the half light,to thick, to cured, to weave any sense,the picture is a blur,the figures disjointed the Bayeux Tapestry in slow motion heads roll,swords wooden.Horses in disjointed shape riderless.

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