This morning time pocketed itself towards an early start button. A chunk of at least 6 hours unaccountable for. I know this because as eye flung open, window -other side – sound; body made way, same time as the other door. Moving twos. It is scene something, something a rather. Body language with keratin accents.
Just before the bell encrusted, change room drama was left. A couple days before. Hair started parting itself to the left, sometimes. For how many years middle part cherished an unfortunate cow lick. Somehow flattened a way path, trodden occasionally by sharp talons. Now this. I come to realize that hair fall out is due to poisoned water, and perhaps having one side with a fuller complexion, amounts to more than two limp counterparts trying to tuck themselves behind ears. Listening.
I drew this yesterday whilst baby sitting my niece. She cried for two hours straight, screaming mum, mum up. My arms were not enough to comfort her. Not even the pencil could distract her mind, nor the many cucumber offerings. Not even my tone deaf voice trying to sing.