Restless

When all your thoughts, feelings and memories conglomerate into one overwhelming entity; sleep is agitating, disquieting .

Impassive face, staring out the window. It's a nice day, don't you think? Even the weather is taunting you.
Put on that charade, don't let them see, because there's no one coming to save me now.

I spilt milo in my ugg boots and around the ankles of my long johns (and no, they do not have a butt flap), also my jumper sleeve seems to have soaked up some milo too.

Not everything has to change. (Check the graphics though, nice improvement huh)


I'm so tired, my muscles ache from nothing.

Love Lisa.