I talk and talk until I’m light headed. I see impassive
faces staring back, with mouths that make no movement. Silence. What are these
faces? Mirages?
Communication is about sharing and mixing energy. It’s about
mutual replenishment. It isn’t about taking greedily, or even willingly, and offering nothing in
return. Or, at least, it shouldn’t be.
I don’t suppose that will stop me talking. And this isn't about the blog.
Lunchtime, then garden.
2 comments:
If you think I'm selfish... Why talk to me at all? You know very well what my circumstances are. You go through these cycles of wanting to speak to me, but then deciding that I'm not worth it, for whatever reason. And then you change your mind again. You think it's not hurtful to read these things that you write about me on your blog? Or is it intentional?
25/2/24 (or 2/25/24 if you're on the other side of the pond).
Just found this post and comment. I don't know who posted it or why I never replied. That isn't like me at all, but apologies to whoever it was.
'...things you write about me on your blog' What things? Complete mystery. If ever you pick this up dear commenter, do tell me who you were. It's bothering me.
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