dont know what it is about today but its dead.. feel really weird sad. its like nothings real.
calm before the storm kinda day. if i cry anymore i,ll be what ? sailing to Philadelphia's not helping at all. never liked 4pm yet thats when the spooky stuff started. they say more folk die during the night at 4am cos thats when the spirit is at its lowest ebb, able to leave the body easily.
they say everyone goes through the dark night of the soul well for the record its as black as night, .i could write my life story from beginning to end.

I asked them ages ago, im not well im so tired i cant think straight,
let me go on a retreat to get well, i looked them up, the one on holy island was closed until march. a simple thing, i,ll be back before you know fit as a flea, i said, what happened ? meltdown which i fully understand,
but where are we all now battered, bruised, flat. disillusioned and nearly stir crazy.