We follow and are followed

Another day of grey rain is tracking tears down the window. I suppose it is in its nature to bring about a strange strain of self reflection.

To each a multitude of messiahs

Our disciples cloaked in silk and rags

Hungry for glimpses of some ignoble life

Starving for the scraps of slander

We follow and are followed

A fragile veneer of sepia filters

Cover the momentary mundane

Superb realism in the unreality

Truths built on a multitude of lies

We follow and are followed

Laundry

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Yesterday’s clothes lie in limp dejection on the floor

Coated in the myriad stale scents of life

If only I could shed my skin with such cavalier ease

I’d put it in the wash and hang it in the breeze

Iron out the wrinkles and bleach away the stains

When I put it on again it’ll be several times smaller

And I’ll wiggle and breathe in deep to close the zipper

For a short while I’ll look brand new

Until the signs of wear and tear appear

Because you can’t hide forever from the truth

AtoZ: B is for Balneology

B is for Bubble Bath

The science of the therapeutic benefit of baths.

Most often when I take a bath it is for sanitary reasons, bordered by time constraints, and against the atonal melody of children. There are times however, times when I retreat into my tiled tomb, lock the door and run a decadent bath filled with fragrant bubbles. I lie there in Elizabeth Taylor repose with a glass of wine and a book until the water cools and I emerge like Venus from the waves refreshed.

My silent scream

I am so mad right now I am physically shaking and fighting the urge to just be sick.

Or grab an axe.

I can’t even share what has me so pissed off in the first place and that just makes me madder.

I can’t go outside and let off a scream because the neighbours will panic and call the police.

So instead I am screaming here in bloggosphere.

Block your ears…

 SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! 

I still don’t feel better

I feel like an idiot

I feel lied to

I feel a piece of trash kicked to the curb

I feel sick and dirty and small

I feel like I am caught between a rock and hard place

Knowing that in the end I am the one who end up apologising for overreacting

Knowing that that isn’t true

But I’ll say it to keep the peace

Anyway

Knowing that nothing is ever going to change

So I may as well just suck it up

And stick a smile on my face

That will never reach my eyes

When what I really want to do

Is crawl into a deep dark warm cave

And just stay there

Forever