There's nothing and no one and no how and no way and no through road and no way in and no way out.
They promised me it would be easier than this. Either they didn't know or they couldn't know or they lied or they said something else to make it seem like they were smarter than they were.
The heat is sapping. The pressure is immense. The time is ticking. The day is growing longer.
No time to think. No time to prepare. Your best skill is your ability to improvise. You will always know what's best for the situation. Trust me.
I trusted her. I trusted them all. But in the end, in the final analysis, it's all just me and ...it and no one else around me to help. I am completely on my own and the heat and the pressure and the weight of expectation are going to kill me.
Sweat runs off my forehead like I have never known before. Colours. Blue. Green. Yellow. Under this light they are all just hues of grey.
A song comes to my head. For no reason at all - I don't even like it. But it seems to fit the occasion? Just one look, that's all it took Doris Troy sand that. She also wrote it. And she sang on Dark Side of the Moon. Funny how I remember that. Funny how it comes to me now.
One look. Troy. Gold. Yellow. Just one look. I suddenly enter a cloud of utter peace and calm, realising that any mistake I make will have no consequences really. Not in the final analysis.
I make the move. Nothing happens. The light beside me dims. A faint fizzing sound is heard, like wasps trapped in a jar, or acid touching plastic. I smile. The numbers still move. That smell in the air. Like springtime. Renewal. Something from nothing.
I think of my mother and my father. That holiday we took in the mountains. Jenny. Billy. Melissa. Was it for this the clay grew
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Titles conceived, composed, arranged and performed by Mike Dickson
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