And it seems perfectly acceptable to let it spill all over. Does a body good to dismiss the walls life has a way of building up.
But it does leave one feeling vulnerable. And alive. And full of desire for more.
Perhaps I am in need of drinking wine til the wee hours of the morning with friends. And forgetting this non-sense of believing myself understood.
1 comment:
Interesting last sentence!
It seems to me that one often ends up crying over spilled milk.
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