10:10

The end is here and I can think past decimals.

10 words: Day 9

A work in progress is better than any strategic plan.

Day 8, Ten Words

Don't forget, I understand and know all you mental incapacities.

Day 7: Ten words

It is a truth, noone really takes a blonde seriously.

Day 6: 10 words

A girl, I think she is crying whenever she laughs.

Day 5, Ten Words

I value meeting committments, but scarpered for the weekend anyway!

Day Four: 10 words

Icing sugar and vinegar from when the circus left town.

Day Three: 10 words

I failed to express exactly how tired feels. Too tired.

Day Two: 10 words

Laughing and crying simultaneously, you could hear her on Pluto.

Day One

Unnerved: When sleep is elusive, raw nerves are easily agitated.

Sunday

The Return of Lucretia:

 knuckles, tense, determined

sharp

Gritted Teeth

frown pressed deep her

broken self.

marble eyes,

forlorn.

Friday Walk: A dreary day

Thursday walk: My secret lookout

The path begins wide...

but the entrance is neglected,

the way steepens,

and then

the rewards are wonderful.