BlogMas Day Four - Excuse Me?

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Hello. It's Day Four!
What do you miss having? What are you hiding?
What is it that makes you nostalgic?
What grounds you? What awes you?
What repulses you? What scandalises you?
What habit stops you from loving something else?
What's your drug? What's your poison? What's your weakness?
What does the back of your notebook say?
Who is that hidden note in your wallet from?
Which book is stuffed in the corners of your shelves you're possessive of?
What turns you on? What turns you off?
What's your name? What season do you like?
What does your coffee taste like? What time are you most vulnerable?
What is it you keep retreating to? Where is your hiding place?
Why that shirt?
How old is your grandma?
How tall is your list of ambition? How come your eyes are green in light?
How come you don't like pasta?
Which dress makes you look sexy? What's your jam?
What song do you cry to? When do you cry?
How come you never wear that shirt?
Why didn't you finish that painting?
Who did you punch last? Who did you kiss last? Who did you call last? Who did you miss last?
Which ice-cream is your favourite?
Do you like sushi? Or a cookie?
What is your most successful moment?
When was the last time you failed?
How many times have you failed?
How brutally honest are you? Or, just brutal?
How many hearts have you broken? How many hearts have you repaired?
Did you make someone smile today?
Did you hug someone today? Did you get a hug today?
Did you pet a dog? Do you have a dog?
Do you hate cats, then? Or maybe just pissed at cliches?
Do you have a middle name?
When did you last go swimming? Or skinny dipping?
When was the last time you never woke up?
When was the last time you ever felt? Or never felt?
What time is suitable for you to take lives?
Are you a murderer? Would the killing of a dream count?
When was the last you had cake? Or baked?
When was the last time you sketched?
When was the last time you snapped?
When was the last you put make-up?
When was the last you went on a date?
When was the last you bought your choice of beer?
When was.....

Ever took a breath and asked yourself all this?

Until then.



Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
A.

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