Had planned quite a few things to get done this week. Catching up more of it, before my trip in a week and a bit.
But this week’s turned me around and pretty much inside out as well.
I’m pretty clear the damage’s been self inflicted although I truly didnt expect this response.
Pent up steam’s only got 1 way to go when its had all it can take. Sky high it is.
I’m pretty shellshocked at the moment. And scarred as well. Heart’s a little battered I think.
Taste of me own medicine? Maybe. And well deserved.
Ever seen a car hurtling downhill, headed for the concrete wall, driver desperately seeing the impending crash but quite powerless… yea, that’s me in the driving seat.
Just like the driver, either I played my cards wrong or hung around too long to get out unscathed.
But my heart’s aching to wonder how she’s doing? The innocent. The loyal. Who just got tired. Tired of being hurt.
I do not fault her in the least. Its all on me. Now how can I soothe her.
Anything, I’m prepared. I think.