It’s funny how things happen, how sensitive the world can be to out fears or desires, thoughts etc etc... I sit, think, write and then discard feelings that welled up with in me. So through the therapy of writing it all down and deleting it into the cyber garbage of nothingness I am cured of my unwanted mess.
Out of the blue, his mess slips into reality as if the collective of one man’s subconscious had rifled through my forgotten cyber trash and put it out there as a brief yet friendly reminder that once tossed, not always forgotten.
Still it depends on how you let it affect you, after the fact. The true test, does it roll off a now more tolerant back, or does it seep its way back under your skin? I’m glad to say, for now, let the times keep rolling...
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