day 014

i am struggling with this .

this one entry a day .

except for when i’ve had wine,

or indeed drinks, or both,

like tonight .

 

i think we both lost count of the

glasses by now .

and we never had eachother

to count on.

 

i tell anaïs i need to go to the toilet,

she gives me a ’you are excused’ ;

words dragging along one-third of

a bollinger jeroboam .

 

stubborn, i am . refuse ’ladies room’.

stubborn she is . denies all simple affirmatives .

a yes is an upbraided underbrush .

a no is just a no

always wearing ambush .

 

i bring my glass

and feel suspended above the stone floor

every other metre could shatter crystal glass .

why are there broken clocks on the walls?

i always wonder . more now.

 

as i gain focus,

my face in the mirror does not know me,

i fumble to grab a swimming suggestion :

 

she is not your judge .

you let her in .

 

my fingers still holding on to

what is just yet gone

and spreading albicant over

a distressed mirror .

 

~

 

diary continues here ..

 

± texture is from les brumes . merci !

+ twntygreydays. thank you !

+ meer_my key in the pocket . ありがとう!

 

 

 

Done