unlimbo
Not limbo
Trusting that there’s imperceptible progress
But clawing at the fog
Ungratefully wishing myself back to the familiar
When absolutes were absolute
Like the back of my hand
But I’m falling away from the world again
And perhaps, maybe, even, not stopping myself
I fear I’m embracing it.
Absolution
Confident in my milligram’d safety net
But I’m slipping
And I
posted by dodo @ 1:53 pm
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
2 Comments:
hold on tight, i'm sure your miracle is on its way
Ruth, if not for your obvious deep bond with herimp, I would TOTALLY be in line to be your new best friend.
(seriously, herimp, much respect, but I would.)
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