The little fools of February.
The drams and dregs of January
made for an interesting start.
Seems everyones having revelations
left, right and centre.
Everyone is seeming shiney and new.
New isn't necessarily better but, new.
Almost two months down of the year.
Time is the most reliable thing.
You can rely on it to always change
and never be on your side.
I've got the worst, worst case of missing
and dwelling after people
that I never see anyway.
Breaking out the old songs,
brings back a lot.
At my most overly sentimental peaks
I wonder if I ever told them what
they meant and what they got me through,
ya know?
I know I never though. I don't even tell people that I have now.
It's just nice and almost melodic to think I did
I passed examinations.
I still don't like University.
Not my revelations then.
People seem to think I'm wandering through life in a
completely drunken daze constantly.
I can't co-ordinate my actions and
my brain and tongue fail to communicate.
I drop things, trip, stumble, fall and
all my words are mixed up and used wrongly.
Taken in the worse possible sense they could be
becaues that's how the tune goes.
Refraining to talk or do anything, to hault the
worsening scenarios results in even more offence.
Bombardments of what's wrong with you,
attention seeking accusations et cetera, et cetera.
I wonder when they're coming back? Hmm.
Countdown of the days and the time that will race.