I thought I had finally demolished the brick wall in front of me. Life was once more running smoothly without to many bumps and slippery slopes. Who was I to think that for once I was happy? ......
I had made a conscious decision to dump one vampire friend who bleed my emotions dry, and backed away from the other. I realised that they didn't really contact me unless they had a problem…… I felt better, more whole and able to deal with my own lives anomalies.
But over the last week, I have systematically been sucked back into their world.... and this morning I feel like they have drained me and the only sense I have left is the tears rolling down my face.
I have spent the last week curled up in bed, the shutters closed tight against the world and when they have texted (they don’t phone) have answered solely to be polite. Not once did anyone ask if I was ok.
So here I am again facing that brick wall, my finger sore, my feet bleeding from kicking the rough stone, my head mashed with words I can’t begin to express and say.
The writing is back on the wall.
Who did this?
The answer - is I DID ……….
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