“What goes on inside your head?” says she.
I consider heading off the question, so I do.
I laugh, and head off up the corridor, keeping up appearances, not being quite right, not being at all right, not being right – in my head.
Screwed up paper, a massive ball of it, heads at me – coming at me, coming at me from around the bend.
I watch as the ball unfurls. Unfurled paper, straightening out into messages not quite right.
Not right messages; not-right for-me messages.
Messages curling back up.
Messages lobbing themselves into my head.
Holding onto my head, and aware of the core of it unfurling, I crouch down and scrunch
myself up into massive ball – lobbing myself around the bend.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019