insanity bebop

And a big fat phew my darling; to this day, to this weather, to myself, my broken brain and aching limbs.
The hours go by at lightning speed while my work struts at a snail's pace and mentally I conjure up all the pending to-do's and shudder from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, and then another part of me begins to think 'what of it' and I regain my composure only to lose it a few seconds later, and thus this cycle continues. A mental binge and purge of sorts that leaves my mind in splinters and fractions of sanity.

⟴

A rhapsody of sore aches that engulf each sinew of every muscle as I breathe.
This is probably what love feels like multiplied into infinity, minus the tricep dips, the pilates pulses, squats and lunges.

on this slow moving one way traffic to life another day nears demise, one that wouldn't count nor matter, one that began just as it ends.

Devoid of sunrise, bereft of sunset; in a foggy haze of abstracted daze.  skilfully coalescing into another shade.. like a swatch of paint samples in ombre grey to ominous black.