5:35, dark, damp and miserable but enough about work it's going to be a lovely day.

The shadow got tattered on the day I was torn from the pages of history
why then be born?
that is the mystery.

At the best of times when and if the sun shines she shines her light on me
making a mockery of my disposition
and
putting me into an awkward position
making it so
I have to let go of the gloom
although we've been room mates
for ever

I'm drinking some tea from Masala
with sweet milk I bought down
in Asda
she says, it tastes nice
I say,
it's the spice
and we both
laugh out loud.