did the clock laugh at alice?

saturday 1st december @ 21:27

frantic messages fly through the air and fall in front of my eyes in streams of what ifs. the number two allows private and exclusive access to all areas. I am one.

every corner i turn, every road i take, i am following our footsteps.

"people running round the street i know,

they all have somewhere to be,

and the clock still laughs at me,

where are you?" J Tzuke

i have a desire to be out dancing, but the walk home cold at heart prevents me from leaving the building.

reading: lord of the rings again

hearing: judie tzuke

wanting: someone? anyone? hello?

fearing: my work appraisal on monday