Roller Coaster

I feel like the last leaf hanging on to the tree in autumn. All others have gone. I feel cold and lonely. No one to speak to. No one to comfort me.




I feel like the stuffed lion which I bought. No care in the world. Happily playing lawn football and talking as if nothing else mattered.



I feel like jack's appendix. Useful in some way but looked upon with scorn.



Bitter sweet times. Like a roller coaster ride. Makes you puke when you've had the best ride of your life.

One happy thought. At least the ride's over. At least for now....