Looking Glass
Some days I feel like Alice having just stepped through the looking glass.
I peek out my window at a world that's turned topsy turvy.
Where the clocks have grown legs and want to run away from you.
Where you're not sure what day it is and you're too tired to care.
And where you're certain everyone has gone mad.
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I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
:-) Wish you a restful weekend, Linny.
the better question is "Why am I HERE???" =)
Great analogy. Have you been lifting my diary?
Well, I've certainly gone mad. But that was years ago, and I've come to terms with it. >D
Hope you have a lovely weekend, and things turn rightside up for you again.
Limpid pools of drool, coagulate upon my pillow. Soft breath slowly escapes my cracked, raw lips. Dreams of reality flicker beneath my brow.
Oh yeah, I've totally gone mad. As usual.
Work is trying to kill me...
And I swear that some people in my life have gone freaking nuts.
Haha! I thought I was the only one who suddenly saw the world like that.
Photos galore here. Havent done my rounds for quite some time. Great to be back, and glad to see you are happy :)
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