undone, like white dry caulk on a blackboard. I watch quiescent, as though I’m a stranger to myself. Of course, I feel entirely blameless in a way, as it’s not me, the real me that worries about everything I care about and more.
Forgive me please?
Dicky Carter is a resident of Farnborough, birthplace of the Chav, home of the neck tattoo.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
100 Words: Forgive me please
Sometimes, even I, find myself to be not a very pleasant chap. A shadow of sarcasm and hate lies somewhere just below the surface of my skin - not that deep as it happens - waiting for that person who is not as quick of tongue. Things are said that cannot be
undone, like white dry caulk on a blackboard. I watch quiescent, as though I’m a stranger to myself. Of course, I feel entirely blameless in a way, as it’s not me, the real me that worries about everything I care about and more.
undone, like white dry caulk on a blackboard. I watch quiescent, as though I’m a stranger to myself. Of course, I feel entirely blameless in a way, as it’s not me, the real me that worries about everything I care about and more.
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I think we all get cranky at times. Those who love us understand this, and forgiveness comes easily.
ReplyDeleteWe all have that shadow under the surface. I'm sure he/she/they have already forgiven you.
ReplyDeleteAt least you are cognizant of it though, and that's half the battle sir.
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