Alone then……..That’s fine. After all, I’m the only person who can endure me.
As a beautiful thing once said to me, “you just like the idea of me”.
This applies to me I think. People like the idea I put forward. The character I play, but it isn’t real. The truth is too awful. Even within the honesty I try to put across in this blog. It doesn’t portray the true, murky depths. If I could put it into words, I’d be too scared to write them, even if my limited intellect could articulate.
These are the questions I ask myself. Secretly knowing, that even though they haven’t happened yet, the next what-where-who are earmarked to become another ghost that will haunt me.
I just want to get it right once!……., but will the ghosts ever go anyway?
Every bit of happiness I’ve ever wanted has run through my fingers like water, whilst every misery sticks like glue.
Life shuffles on.
And still, a thousand boxes yet to tick…………