The demons that came in the night were heavy in porcelain thoughts driven by what..? is only know to the maker of pink laces forlorn in hobnailed boots.
With relief i awoke at 5am from this scatter brained cloves of crows pecking at my brain, the strange glow from the undrawn curtains make me rise and stare i expected Tom Cruise and the bus full of war of the worlds to be sat beyond my window,i would have certainly invited old Tom in,for reasons why, i think the demons continue to play spit ball with my mind.
Instead i saw falling snow thick heavy flakes that bring such glee to small children,instantly i became one, waving off the nightly demons i rushed down stairs pulled on the hobnails, grabbing a coat stretched out into the dark silence for a few moments in madness i took off my coat and felt the flakes clamber in fluffy lightness over my skin..Gosh i thought if this had been evening i might just have had a glass of chardonnay in hand,sometimes simple pleasures are wonderful.