Maybe “Wonderful way to go” wasn’t the best choice of music for my journey home tonight.
“Tell me your story, tell me no lies; we touch each other – but only with our eyes.
Some kind of game, to play with desire; it’s just beneath the skin that I’m alive.”
Today I feel stupid. She’s probably got a point, I shouldn’t’ve turned into one of those ‘scary guys with stalker tendancies’. But thats just the kind of thing that happens when the emotional blindness kicks in and theres no feedback, good or bad.
It was time to be moving along anyway, all things considered. The hope has been fun, but its gone now. Thank you. Next time, I don’t fall for the wrong one[0].
(and this isn’t actually as morose as it might seem – its more of an awakening to something that someone has been trying to tell me for a while, I knew she was right, of course, but its all been confirmed today)
I feel the wanderlust returning.
[0] if anyones got any hints about how to achieve this I’d like to hear them
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