"Ask 'What do you feel like?'" She said, head tilting in that thoughtful way, side stepping across the questions, embracing the agonizing comments, interruptions, misinterpretations....
Ask Not What you know. Not that it matters.
Hall of help; long winded therapist, analyzing glance out of the office; sideways is special, it often works.
Like all eyes are on you, and you are entrusted to make everyone else feel that way too...
It’s not a question of ignorance, not a mistake of misfortune, or ill intent. Its a way to exist as a blanket, or bridge, getting muddy from the footsteps we brush them off, smile rapturously with that funny little leprechaun mischief.. Embrace for the break; tense against the strain.
Sticks and stones; but the words are the real problem, cutting in at just the right angle, making you second guess, but grow stronger.......?
I have not yet broken. But I honestly wonder when.
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