the makings of a poem floated around in my head last night after i got into bed. as tired and sleepy as i was i found it hard to doze off. sleep seemed so anticlimatic at that point of time. i do, however, remember the words
shelf
doll
strings
play
caress
enjoy
enough and
throw away.
my tired limbs and swollen toes did not permit me to get up and take down my inspiration. it was probably all for the better though.

i don't remember it being a happy bunch of words.