Monday January 4th, 2016.
This was the day the sky fell in and clouded my dreams with stardust and miniature droplets of water. It's all very well having your head in the clouds, somewhat beautiful in theory in fact, but when the wings of birds are fluttering in your eyes it can be difficult to see which way is safe to turn.
Tuesday January 5th, 2016.
You are the light I did not know I needed until suddenly you were standing next to me, with your warm glow allowing me to find my place on my map.
Wednesday January 6th, 2016.
The incredibly kind people who work in my local corner shop think I'm very healthy. 'Oh, back again for more kale?' I haven't mentioned it's for the rabbit, the tiny kale monster. I've left it too late to mention now, it would just be too awkward. So I continue to pretend I really like kale. I don't like kale at all.
Thursday January 7th, 2016.
Last night I dreamt I was an expert on a television quiz show. I was an expert on Dadaism. I referred to myself as Queen of the Dada's.
Friday January 8th, 2016.
You were screaming for someone to help. You were in a glass box. Everyone could see, but nobody really listened.
Saturday January 9th, 2016.
There's a particular feeling that I cannot articulate into words. It's as though I'm slowly freezing from the inside outwards. Thoughts are slowing down and feeling warmth in my fingertips is a long forgotten notion. But when I close my eyes and inhale deeply, I am sure I can detect the subtle sent of a far away barbecue and the delicate touch of a slight breeze upon my eyelashes.
Sunday January 10th, 2016.
Thoughts over a slice of cheese toast at midnight:
We should really fix that tiny hole in the ceiling. Maybe a new profile picture would be a good idea. I wonder how one goes about getting to read manuscripts as a job? Let's be honest, that wouldn't feel like a job at all. Music is on shuffle and 'Someone Like You' just started playing, there will be tears in approximately 30 seconds. Everytime. Cheese toast probably wasn't the best idea before sleep. Hopefully no more dadaism dreams will follow...
- One thought from each day, told in fewer than one hundred words (probably). Sometimes odd, sometimes silly, sometimes entirely nonsensical. Who knows. I don't. It's a new thing I'm trying.