Leap: What you’d do if you had the guts – off the ledge, arms outstretched, looking up so you won’t see you’re about to end in a heap on the asphalt.
Sleep: What you want. Deep, undisturbed, refreshing sleep, not the fitful tossing and turning that ensues if you get anywhere near slumbering at all.
Weep: What you do once your head hits the pillow. Keeping it together during the day is hard work; you don’t know how you manage most of the time. But here, safe underneath the covers, you allow yourself the relief of tears seeping into the linen.
I learnt how to make a smiley face on my own, look at this bright beautiful golden tint. That’s what I call talent!
I can’t stop my face from showing what I’m thinking. Pisces cannot hide how they feel. Though they may try, the truth is written all over their face.
Make your expression a welcoming gift: avoid dour ‘screen face’ from staring down at your phone.
Talk to me.
This is a found poem. I tried to do something with the Tintern Abbey leaflets I picked up, but there wasn’t enough stuff in there I could use to cobble together one hundred words. So I went on Twitter instead and searched for face, copied a lot of tweets and then rearranged the words and chopped most of them off.
It’s a weird one, but I like it.
Oh, just so you know, I am in full holiday mode now, so it may take some for me to reply to comments. I’ll get round to it, promise!
The road to nowhere is paved with good advice from people who don’t understand the joys of losing yourself: To get anywhere, go with your arrival in mind. A target to shoot for. A destination. A to B.
But leaving doesn’t have to mean arriving; meandering, strolling, wandering leads to discovering paths and buildings and histories you never knew existed, you’d never have found if you didn’t let yourself drift.
Leave the map behind and follow your fancy. Leave breadcrumbs to signpost the way back.
Because I want to hear all about your journey to nowhere in particular and everywhere.
Ahem. Is it an ode when you call it one? It’s an ode in essence but maybe not in form but since we all agreed I shouldn’t rhyme yesterday, it’s better this way.
She binned her thin-skinned ego and canned her plan to hide in plain sight.
Instead of leggings and oversized t-shirt, she’d wear a dress to impress even when she wasn’t sure she had what it took to pull off the look. Fake it till you feel it, right? She put on a hat for protection against close inspection of her face, just in case. She didn’t want to give any more space to those who thought her place was forever in greyscale, in the shadows, in hiding. Soon, she’d take flight.