i'm dreaming of........pirouettes and twirls, flips and flying splits, ribbons and hoops. Dance is stuck on my mind. A fashion show with ballerina's in my designs dancing down the catwalk fills my brain. The colour, white; the fabric, flowy.

i'm hearing the silent, persistent call of the assignments to finish them before it piles so high i won't be able to see the other side. The nagging worries of ill-fitting garments, ugly colours, cheap designs and burning a hole in my purse. No more will i start work at the eleventh hour.

in front of me, the notes...and my worrisome-confused-questioning reflection. I'm thinking why is it so hard to understand? Why is it so long? Why can't i concentrate?
All these questions of my own suddenly rises again, interferes and distrupts my thought flows. Flying, waiting impatiently to be thrown at someone who could answer it, who would answer it. But who? I wish you'd tell me.

why, oh why do i think so much? why, why, why??