life has been rather exhausting
i am absolutely frazzled
i forgot who i was
i allowed perpetual attrition to stop my thought
i have listened
to have my very being destroyed
why be shy of my voice
i can change the world
and what a world it will be
The wizard looked most dour as shopping commuters flashed their bling. A tube pixie was watching in twinkling green and black, who had the upmost urge to do some mischief.
It had all started with a very long cheese queue and no ice wine. The witches were hawking their berries and carcasses of meat hung above oysters. Two pixies in red stripey white pompom hats strode across the zebra on a mission to get a table at turtle tearooms. The gossip of the day, the polar bears had unzipped the rainbow, shock horror, what to do? So much fairy chatter.
The bears were intoxicated after attending the museum of marvels and got lost wandering in Owl Beach woods. Robins playing with quantum entanglement had caused the upmost confusion. An Aadvark wearing a tutu was reported lost while chasing a fire bird that had escaped from a haunted river wharf. The air hung heavy with the smell of coffee and spice. An angel stood on the corner guiding all those who were lost.
London drizzle hung in the air. The fairies had to dry their wings by the christmas tree. Then they got fat on roasted venison and apple crumble. New year was near and they had to be fortified for another year of mischief.
the night whistled
the river hummed
the pigeons had stopped flying and walked to work
We chase an image, that may define us, but in reality (if there is such a place), the only time we become ourselves, is when we are truly lost in thought.