Sunday, 26 June 2011

Holding my breath

It's now been two and a half weeks.
I feel as if I am holding my breath, waiting to see what my body might do next.
It can't be trusted any more.
It feels like certainty and rhythm is gone, disrupted.
I watch myself for moodiness and irritation and feeling too warm.
It's making me moody and irritated and hot.
Then I remind myself it is June and it's meant to be warm at night.

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