Days seem to crawl when you're alone in the woods, no way to get out, scared in the dark. Then the sun comes up and time flies as if there were no tomorrow; you have to catch your train, you might be late to the theatre. You'll laugh at the prospect, tickets SOLD OUT! There's only one, no room for more, poking the boy with smiling eyes, hugging sisters with short hair.

Abort me or I'll sue!

Get up, you'll be late. Run a half a mile, you're still pathetic. Stop a minute to stare stare stare at the girl with fake hair, throwing up and sick with heat on the sidelines. That's what you get for being a bitch. Flip Flip Flip. Keep your acrobatics for a place with people who actually care. Flip Flip Flip OUT. Does your mother even care?

No, she just sits watching in her chair. You can borrow mine if you want.

Alone in a shop, pad and pen sitting expectantly in hand. What do you want from me? Shelves screaming at you, customers screaming louder trying to hear the friends on their mobile phones. I'm not going to serve you until you get off. It's rude. Please be quiet sir. The radio crackles in the background. Wedding March is so off colour today. Bring me some more of Yesterday by the Beatles. On repeat for an hour. Maybe the host was asleep. You don't really mind.

You still believe in yesterday.

Stare at the screen till eyes are blood shot red. Monsters wail, making walls inside your head. Play untill you bleed and love untill your dead. You can sing a song for brothers; they'll just pump you full of lead.

Rain rain; RAIN!