Month: March 2019

To whom I belong,

For years I kept lining myself in anticipation of nurturing a living breathing entity. Years went by but nothing happened. I kept lining and shedding … eternally hopeful … waiting, longing.

Somewhere the prolonged wait and hope soured into disappointment.

I have been withheld from following my natural course and the flush of hormones are beginning to get all mixed up and erratic. Soon the clockwork rhythm will stutter. Soon you will realise that it is the end of the road and there is no going back and I will remain lonely and unfulfilled this lifetime.

We are in this together and I’m learning not to hold a grudge.

lovingly,

your womb

Personality Typos

You wake up one fine morning and the dissonance that you sometimes felt but brushed aside suddenly turns into a full fledged aggravation … and you sigh and once again tell yourself … that gut … it was right as usual.

You meet people socially. Everything seems fine. You’re a drink down and you fail to notice the maniacal gleam; the bloated gloater; the brisk brush-off to the pet; the skittish eyes; the flash of anger …

Later, the personality blooms before your eyes when a ‘situation’ presents itself. When control is no longer possible. When they’ve been caught off guard. Then those hidden signs manifest into the real person behind the smiling facade.

And then it’s ‘ouch’ time …

These ‘typos’ are not a mistake. They exist for real. They’re the spice to the regular fare but always better in small doses.

I should have been warier so I wouldn’t feel like a warrior today.