Magical Tipsy Toes

I can’t seem to concentrate on anything. I forget what I’m suppose to be doing….then I forget why I’m doing it and then I forget what it was I shouldn’t be forgetting. I thought I was holding up pretty well. I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to be doing. But the calls have already started coming in….and I’m cool with it…. I just need time to breathe and stay afloat. I need to be spiffy that way and it’ll all be good.

24th November 2006 – I wish you were today.

There’s a little hole just down by the street. So I crawled in seeking for some comfort and some heat. I’m in a hole just down by the street. It keeps me warm, safe and dry. A little hole down by the street…that’s starting to get a little way too tired. A few steps and I’ll be out, looking down at the hole. A few steps back and I’ll see you climb in. Looks like it’s time. A couple of steps involved, a little crumbling will be done. All in all, it’s about that time I guess.

There’s a little hole just down by the street. About the same size as the one you left me with, just a whole lot bigger.