Friday, 10 October 2014

TICK TOCK .......




18 months down and the clock is ticking I can hear it getting louder and louder  tick tick tick tick... racing towards the midnight hour... But what will happen when it finally strikes THAT hour? a pumpkin, tiara, princess, cup of tea, bowl of noodles, kangaroo steak, temples, churches, rolling hills, desert, mountains...... 

tick, tick, tick

For the past 18 months I've repeated "Dorothy like" it only a bubble, it's only a bubble, however I've come to realise I rather like this bubble, this is my bubble and I own it, it's my escape from reality, perhaps this is the real me. Hmmmm is this what freedom has shown me?

tick, tick

Feeling slightly as if the earth isn't quite as stable as it was, too comfortable, how much longer will this continue, who will I become next and where will that be?

tick, tick, tick, tick, tick....