Waking up after a sleepless night spilling your heart out feels strangely similar to a hangover. Fuzzy memory of things you couldn’t possibly have done, coupled with a vague feeling of mild shame, hazy bafflement and a skull-splitting headache. Cold apples help a little too.
Still, it was good to unload, not to be judged on one’s weaknesses. Mind cleared of the fog of depression, for now. Even now that I’m almost cheerful I can see clearly will come back and decisions are still to be made, death still an option as ever. But the clear mind should last for a couple of days at least and the selfless kindness was most appreciated. Enough to be thankful for.
So thank you one_day, lucy4 and DontWantthis. Hopefully we will one day meet on other worlds. I owe each of you an apple now.
6 comments
Haha that guy looks mysterious. Prefer a black cloak though
Black cloaks are so overdone. Besides on the internet we’re not really cloaked, just faceless.
I prefer being thy shadowy figure hence my shadow or darkness part of my name.
mmm, apples, sweet and rife with biblical references! Glad you’re feeling better and that talking helps. I won’t be so niave to say it will last, but I do hope to that ends, you keep talking… you are quite engaging!
Now go get yourself some fried eggs and bacon.
@ The Absurdist; Glad to be of service. Newcastle 12 packs are on sale across the street, and I had two left over from the night before. I polished off all 14 of them last night while we were talking, so I’m gonna have to re-read last nights comments because I don’t remember what the hell I said. Oh well, at least it sounds like the verbally combative full moon alter ego didn’t didn’t come out to play. Hehe.
That picture sort of reminds me of A Clockwork Orange, or an old Pink Floyd record maybe. Seems British. I dunno. Glad things have taken a turn for the better. Peace
Mmmmm beeer…sometimes I wish I still drank.