sometimes

i am filled with such a hateful rage, i cannot recognise myself.

when tears are all cried

frustration gives to anger... and it's then i wish horrible horrible things.

and when this happens, i have no choice but to look at sandals and trees and owls and silver things, or the flat would be flooded with tears so badly that the emergency services would need to come and rescue me from my bed.

i cannot see beyond this hopeless situation.

ok, on to sandals.

these are Roberta Settels .. i think she might be a composer too. where do people find the time to be good at more than one thing? i don't know the answer to that at all.