Drifting #3

Wilderness weeks, only effective in paying bills. My deficit of debt time, emptying my life.

An exception to it: Took a slalom road to Melton Mowbray to play. The drummer arrived as we were taking the stage. Tight yet awkward, the usual crumbling sound. We were ‘Different and interesting’, somesaid.

Flatlined mood – petulant and resentful. Blurring laptops and windscreens; high winds and rain buffeting me. Tighten my woollen coat, adjust my knees.

Another exception: I know it must be bad when my therapist bends in to hug me. I had been trying to keep the mood light it being valentines day, but my deflective jokes choked, glottal stopped.

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