My Diary: There Is A Flame In My Head That Will Never Go Out

I woke up as many times as a cartoon character in the night.‭ ‬The wind was plaiting itself into the hair of an Anglo-Saxon princess and the usually whispering trees were shouting obscenities‭ ‬-‭ ‬I went back to bed leaving a silhouette of concern in the window light.‭ ‬When I finally got up in my sedimentary rock suit I found the multifarious entities that live in the garden had remained safe.‭ ‬As the metamorphic sky brightened I made a promise to the hidden people to meet them inside my own head‭ ‬-‭ ‬the film crew were already prepared.‭ ‬I looked at the spaces they had once occupied and wondered if time could be measured with elastic bands.‭ ‬I looked up from this thought and saw a man walk down the road with several belts round his waist‭; ‬none of which appeared to be holding up his trousers.

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