Woke up in a bad place. I won;t tell you who where or what,as then i will have to go back in time to remember it. Usual mornings I write the bad words on the blackboard in my mind. Written out slowly, methodically, precise, white against black. This morning the words were flying, jumbled and furious, multicoloured letters smacking the blackboard, willing me to remember.I scooped them up in my hands, then my arms and threw them with hatred. No, you won't keep me there. I felt sick. The force of projectile vomitting spewing from my mouth, sticking on to the board. I will win. I will win..
Guess what? I did win. All those words and letters are gone from me. I feel exhausted, but free. I feel good. The song for today is I Will Survive. Gloria Gaynor. An anthem for a generation me thinks!! Happy bloggers!