On the terrace

 She could see the cars drive by. It was a long way down. She felt dizzy. But was determined. No one would come up at this hour. She would do it now. Her phone rang. Nina was  calling.

“Where are you? I have been waiting  here for ages.”

She  sighed and stepped down the ledge.

Too much happening

What is the bloody answer?

Too my questions in my head, right now. I feel as if I am interrogating myself. Can't all the questions stop for a while? Let me live, will you?  

Too much going on right now. And it doesn't make sense, 





I feel whateverish. And very very tired.