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What better on a grey Thursday?
It’s my attempt to explain The Dark that sometimes sneaks up on me, gob-smacking (one of the greatest expressions in the English language) my mood and my day… I can’t really say “enjoy” because it’s not exactly the kind of thing you enjoy. But still – happy reading, here on National Book Lovers (one of the most unfortunate words in the English language – for a few others, click here) Day!
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Wrong
Out of Sorts.
Assorted.
Unsorted.
Sort of.
Off.
Off your rocker.
Rocked to the core.
Empty core.
Just empty.
Not sure why. Not sure where, when or how either.
All I know is who: me.
Twisting, turning, flailing about.
I’m at sixes and sevens,
turning them into eights and nines –
with no tens anywhere to be found.
It’s chaos. And it’s mine –
Mine mine all mine.
You can’t have it.
You didn’t cause it.
You can’t fix it.
It has nothing to do with you,
Because it’s nothing.
And it’s me.
This.
“It’s chaos. And it’s mine –
Mine mine all mine.”
Yeah.
*gooseflesh*
Why thank you!! If I may say so without sounding obnoxious, I rather like the way this one captured what I wanted it to…
And yes, I admit it freely: the voice saying “Mine, mine, all mine!” is Daffy Duck’s. And it’s accompanied by the sight of his itsy bitsy wee shrunken self running after the gold in Ali Baba’s cave in the Looney Tunes cartoon I watched 1000 times as a kid… Teehee.