....I walk past poorly lighted windows in a dark and miserable alley...

glancing around with short and quick movements of the anxiety deranged individual....clutching one trembling hand with the other gripping in curled icy fist my cloak around my head .....

so this storm does not penetrate.

...a leaning rusty lampost suddenly becomes my haven as the gusts increase and I shiver just a little bit because I know the worst is yet to come!

wet and soaked right through desperate and insane I see my feet...but they are watching me and asking questions?

where to now?
what and where to now?

where are you going to make me step?
next?

I want to go home...you treat me like crap!

my poor leather bound feet curled up and stressing.

so I shake off that one real quick cos it was surreal.
and back to the reasons I thought I had....

then a FIST.....

arrives.

who or what dis-membered my sense of reality?

I have been attacked!!

I will never know?....did I punch myself or did life punch me?