Spinning Away

It's dusk now and people are drifting past my window. From where I'm perched they appear like butterflies swooping in slow motion in a drunken haze. Alas they aren't really strolling along the path in a daze. Most walk with purpose but all possess the beauty displayed by those creatures who exhibit sleep-inducing motion.

I lie in my bed that practically bursts with plush pillows, cosy duvets and exquisite eiderdowns. I am literally shrouded in feathers and colour. This is where I reign, and I know that that is not a CC (Christianly Correct) thing to have. But this is where I let my guard down and float off into Nevernever Land... I daydream and plot and plan essays, life choices, outfits, meals... So much of my life occurs in my bed. It's a fun place to be.

The dusk has left me and I'm sitting in my bed and suddenly the world does not have the same beautiful golden tinge that tilted my rose coloured glasses further back up my nose. The darkness of the night highlights the stark harsh light of my room. Dust on my window is illuminated.

There was no point to this post. I really didn't know what to say but I find release in writing. When I write I feel like to a certain extent that I am letting someone know what region my heart is sitting at. And then I think that my duty and responsibility to tell someone, keep accountable, is done. People don't comment on posts like these - it doesn't fit with the cheery image of the happy-blogger. It's not religious and it doesn't spout Scripture

Tonight I stared down a cigarette, pushed back a drink, blew away drugs, walked away from a fight, kissed a child, said hello to the moon, visited the fairies and swooped down on delight. Cycles are fun and they will forever continue, turning to the steady beat of the phrase: "This too shall pass".