golden,
full of promise.
I could write notebooks about how busy
I've been all week
but something tells me
no~one really
wants to read about that on the eve
of a weekend.
Do they lovies?
I wish I had a magic wand.
In an instant I would wave it,
and all this tiredness would vanish.
Tiredness affects me in the strangest of ways.
For instance~
I lose my appetite.
I cooked up a storm for everyone,
fabulous beef stir fry and ice cream for pud.
Too tired to eat?
Me?
That doesn't happen often, believe me.
I feel as though I'm wearing a pearl necklace
and someone ripped it off and the
pearls went
tumbling to the ground
one by one,
bouncing down the stairs in slow motion.
The cup of tea I made sits ,
lonely.
Sometimes,
I want to be standing under an orange sky.
I don't like the way I feel when I'm tired.
It spooks me.
