Forgive my outpourings, but I think it is perhaps the societal ideal if I am melancholy.
I have run out of trust, it seems the coffers are empty.
I don't understand why others deem it necessary to abuse the trust given to them, but ultimately they do.
I have always been a loner, and it seems I am here to live out my life by myself, which does not cause me any grief, I truly prefer not answering to anyone..still some part makes me wonder....
So to whoever you are in this life or the next,
find me and have me as your beloved..
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever, and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Tending to my weeds last night, I was disturbed by my neighbour, who was in his garden smoking.
We have never really talked and I prefer to keep myself to myself anyway...but he saw me and came over to the fence to say hello.
He was pleasant enough, until he heard a noise from his kitchen and turned his head to look...exposing a lovely oozing shaving cut on his neck, suddenly Mr X had my interest.
I can't tell you what the Beast did when it saw that scarlet..it completely took me unawares..and for a few moments I really struggled.
Would it be contravening usual etiquette if I had only just met someone and licked their neck...perhaps I could pass it off as a quaint and unusual Welsh custom of greeting our neighbours??
I think, perhaps not.
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