Grey

Today I feel grey.

There were some moments of brevity were I managed to battle the grey.
Just managing to lift my head above the surface of a sloshing sea.

There is something stuck between my teeth.

It has been bugging me all day. I can feel a prescence stuck there. I feel it with my tongue. My tongue moves to feel all my teeth. I know my wisdom teeth are growing sideways. I can feel an ulcer in my mouth. A slight sting in my bottom lip foreshadows a coldsore. I have never been to the dentist in my life. My family never took me. If I am scorched to death, I will not be identified by my dental records.
I can't afford to go to the dentist. It doesn't matter anyway.

There are holes in my boots. So, my feet and socks got soaked in the rain.

I watched a leave fall off a tree today , while sitting on a bus. The bus was waiting in traffic. The yellow leaf fell onto black bitumen. Another leaf fell. Then I watched the leaves spin and dance in the heat of vehicle exhaust. It was a poetic image. Yellow, dancing leaves caught in vehicle exhaust against black bitumen.

My head is only throbbing gently today. I shouldn't read on the bus.
I feel empty, because I am hungry.

Toad is talking at me again. I bought a loaf of bread yesterday, and he used my good bread. Even though he had a half-finished no-name, brand loaf.

Toad left his keys in the door again. But this time the screen door was not locked and the wooden door was wide open. I hate him even more today.

I sit here, typing and my shoulders feel tense and heavy. I would like a shower. This morning I imagined the bathroom was tiled in aqua tiling with porcelain white accesories.

I want to feel less grey tomorrow.