Friday

It seems so long ago that the monkey was sat smiling down at me, seasons have gone full circle and the night times now seem endless and fruitless.
everyone's as I lay down to sleep dog tired with stress and nerves, my head begins to beat a little rhythm some kind of incessant tapping which keeps my night time awake and furtive.
Alone or next to him I still can't find that one glimpse of sleep that I hope for, each day becomes the next and I drudge on aware that I have become a walking daydream of yesterday.
I fight to make sense of it all, I'm tired I lay down then I awake my nightly journey into the non place has begun again.

My monkey looks on now with an almost devious glint in his eye, as though maybe this is what he wanted for me. To have the same painted expression that he has been forced to wear, something of nothing. He should be out doing something seeing the world enjoying new possibilities, yet he can't he won't he's lazy. He's stuck here with me and he documents my movements with every glance that I cast his way.

I think I'll trick him, turn him the other way yet he sees me and in that crucial moment I back off, slope back to bed and sulk at what might have been .