There is a queue outside my door that seems to stretch so far into the future, i cannot see the end.
It is not a happy queue. No one meets your eyes, unless it is with taunting, defiance. There is unease, guilt, fear and prejudice.
How do you insulate yourself from that which people bring into your room, as you hold the door open? Where questions are asked, forgiveness begged, hatred spilled and insecurity handed over like an unwanted gift?
Who is sick?
Is it me? them? or is it the world...
[photo pinched from lowrevolution]
4 comments:
the answer is that you cannot insulate yourself against it....
but you can try to balance it out by your choice of loved ones and friends...
and the way you choose to live your life...
at least thats the way I choose to deal with it
chin up sonny jim.
summer'll be here soon.
Self-prescribing the unhappy pills?
Rx - a big hug from me :OP
manly slap on shoulder or punch to the pec? you choose fella.
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