ofenchant's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- an ambition for tomorrow
Perfect temperature. Darkness, tap tapping, little white box. I've never been so poor before. Half a house to show, but nothing to entertain with but floor. Hysterical. Slate floors in the kitchen. Smooth, uneven, cooling soles of weary feet. Interesting, far removed, to consider old anxieties. Strange to dismiss all self doubt in the company of shushband (he'd prefer i mention not his name here). Before we married, an endless life stretched out before me. As soon as we vowed, it seemed an hourglass had been turned over. If work did not consume so much of my time and wasn't so tedious, I'd imagine days full of sunshine and strolling, wandering out by the forest in search of fairytales. Sometimes people seem as though born with stock answers and I relate through habit and some kind of cruise control. Business as usual. Weather, prices, playing a part. Co-workers seem absent too. Repetition stories rinse repeat it's hot it's cold it's time to go soon. Genuine good people wander through the doors on odd occasion. Smile a whole face and heart voice wishing wellness, their energy hums a little, spreading, taken up by some who smile their way through shifts end. Marvellous. 11:56 p.m. - 2005-12-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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