A Kind of Fairytale.

Once upon a time somebody said to me:

‘I do care, you know.’

I was angry at the time and told her that I wasn’t interested in her trite platitudes, that if she really cared she wouldn’t have behaved that way. She asked whether we could talk and I declined. I’ve often wished we’d talked, but pride and high emotion got in the way.

I’ve looked at pride from both sides now...

Now I feel the need to say the same thing myself.

‘I do care, you know!’

I don’t sleep normally these days – haven’t done for what seems like ages. Always too much to be stressed about. Seems to be largely a side effect of finding life, finding myself, and making sense of the demon. Bit late in the day, but there you are.