Monday 12th March


Strains at the leash,
Hand holds tight,
In restraint,
In a safe place,
Exchanging messages from a sleepless night


4 thoughts on “Monday 12th March

  1. Hi again,

    When I was little I sometimes picked the bobbles off my wall, finding the chips inside. I indulged in this destruction from time to time. 🙂 In hospital recently I believed you had made tiny paintings out of the bobbles on the wall. I thought maybe you were scared of me but wanted to interact. It was like being on trial sometimes but mostly I was okay.

    No chips in paint bobbles so I didn’t make the connection til now. I like today’s chair. Listening to Buddy Holly.

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