Another day closer to the next step

Midnight brings a storm raging down on the roof. Thoughts and faces swirl around my head like a drunken dervish lost in a trance.

These last days, I have seen more faces from my past then I have in the last year. Old work collegues, new work collegues, Uni friends and lost family. I hold my breath and wonder if Im dying; a parade of the past marching before me.

Todays brings more memories as I wander through old haunts, food courts and cityscapes. My wallet empties and fills and empties. New shoes beckon to be broken in. New paper money with strange faces and solemn faces. A meat pie and coke quench a dry throat.