personal stuff..
I'm not good with talking about or dealing with my enotions,I bottle things up, and only put my ture feelings down in poetry and I am prone to really black moods every so often, i tend to disapear into myself, and when the moods pas I'm back to normal. Over the past month I've been on secondment working in Leeds helping set up a new department, due to the tiredness and the driving and the work I was in the thrall of one of my black moods. Then this week I was told I was needed back in Sheffield, and all the people I'd been working with/training/helping clubbed together and bought me a present and a card, the genuine appreciation from their kind words touched me, and then last night I went out with some really good friends and put the world to rights, whcih made me realise how lucky am I. Back at my house drinking I showed somebody my poetry, and she was so touched by my writing that she was almost crying, and it turned out that she only ever revelas her emotions in poetry. We'd been friends for ages and never realised we had something as personal as this in common. That was a good moment, and at the moment life is very good. No apologies for the length or the content... this is almost like going to confession isn't it? :)
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Sat 12 Mar 2005, 21:30, Reply)