Rain drumming on the roof
Fingers drumming on the table
Rhythmic, yet ever unstable
Pacing halls for a while
While the sky closes in
Opens up
Then drowns everything
Rain drumming on the roof
Fingers drumming on the table
Rhythmic, yet ever unstable
Pacing halls for a while
While the sky closes in
Opens up
Then drowns everything
Muted shades of brown and grey
Last year’s bounty, cold and flat
Waiting for warmer days
Spring within my grasp
Patches of grass, branches in the trees
Soon revitalized, bringing emerald greens
Violets, reds and blues
From this side of the glass, I’ll put them in to view
Waiting
Safety under threat
Strange days
In fear of my next breath
Self help books are getting aggressive. Just saw one called “Unf**k Yourself”. That doesn’t even make sense. Is it a book for people who get told off a lot? The other one was called “Hardcore Self Help: F**k Anxiety”, which seems a bit intense for anyone with anxiety issues. Maybe I’ll write a self help book called “F**k You and Your P**sy As* Depression”. It would save lives…. or result in a string of suicides. These things are coin toss.