Wednesday 28 November 2007

the painful casualty of predictability

a regulated emergency in all shades of red and grey.
pale passions and community service.

i seem to be (only) capable of indecision. last year it wouldn't have been a problem.
now my heart beat races a little. grand national standards.
breathing quickens like it's been doing all weak.
anxiety burns the cross on my chest.
it's inexplainable, but i'm falling behind again.
if you'd like to call me right now, i'd smile just for you -
i need to know that you know what i'm going through.

circles are closing in on us, i need a break.
a chance to say, let's take a day, and remind ourselves why we came.