Once you've had your time listening to things you dont want to hear - that pricks at your heart, hurt seeping down your throat and that strange taste in your mouth - you try to swallow but there's nothing anyway - just a painful lump of air -- you know you've explored sadness.
In my defence, well. I have absolutely no defence.
I am just a way of the obvious.
Can I approach and embrace all that, unencumbered by my lousy feelings?
Failing that, is it possible to permanently disable the stimulation brain gland to think until I'm at least 35?
I know. I too amaze myself at my self-fed hurt.
Sometimes a sailed away boat at the riverlake is just a sailed away boat - and none of my business.
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