So, I don't talk to myself much... in public at any rate.
Sometimes I'm kept awake by the "talking to" given by myself to myself on anxiety nights. Then I start to plot me next crochet wim. If my re-incarnation plans pan out, I should come back as a crocheter... not a spider...
After the recent floods I found myself wishing a fast-forward to what we call winter. Cover up these wooly/foggy thoughts in wool. And sleep under two duvets.
Sometimes I'm kept awake by the "talking to" given by myself to myself on anxiety nights. Then I start to plot me next crochet wim. If my re-incarnation plans pan out, I should come back as a crocheter... not a spider...
After the recent floods I found myself wishing a fast-forward to what we call winter. Cover up these wooly/foggy thoughts in wool. And sleep under two duvets.
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