Recoil
And in anger the words gushed from his mouth, each syllable a direct hit….
And in anger the words gushed from his mouth, each syllable a direct hit….
I think this is rather ‘untouched’ and would benefit of some time, but then, I’d have said that repeatedly about everything I’ve written and never let anyone see anything – anyway, it’s about love, or maybe family, or maybe it is about the sun? You decide.
A rather painful moment… Relived, again.
Read deeply into this one, between the lines is the tale, and within the tale is my story. Maybe yours too?
Another stop and take stock moment
er…. 😉
Sometimes you’re so wrapped up in the bad news you expect :- "We’re through.." "You’re fired..!" "We’ve run out of milk…"
That you spend more time waiting for that than listening to the conversation thats going on. You start building up the barriers, distancing yourself from what you’re about to lose.. watching every action and misreading 99% of everything…
It’s not just me…
I hope
If you don’t know, don’t ask. More will be revealed one day I’m sure
You know what they say about every seven seconds? I guess I stored it up for later 😉
It doesn’t have to be about current events – This little one was borne of a realisation related to me and someone special, but topical I made it, cos topical it could be.