As the years have passed, my emotions have bubbled closer to the surface. The slightest shake and they rise and pop. Don't ask me why. If I understood that sort of shit I wouldn't be sitting at a desk typing stuff no-one will ever read.
In takes little to summon tears. A beautiful morning autumn sky and Bargain was enough at the bus stop today.
I used to worry about looking weak or girlish. Not any more. I didn't try to stop or hide the tears on the bus. Who cares what the other passengers think? I don't care about them.
I cried an ocean at my mother's funeral. Tears enough to wash both parents to heaven, nirvana; a quiet place.
Since then I care little for what others think of my tears.
My best writing is stained with tears.
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ReplyDeleteWhat do you mean by Bargain, Ron, The Who track?
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Of course it's the Who.
ReplyDeleteLive at Leeds, Who's Next and lots of Iron Butterfly are the main presences on my phone.
I was talking to my wife the other night about Wuthering Heights, and at one point I had to stop and take a run up at the sentence so as not to choke up. The embarrassing thing is that it was the Kate Bush song we were talking about.
ReplyDeleteNo shame in being a blubber. There's inconvenience and occasional embarrassment, but no shame.
I am not sure whether I am right.. this is your blogside Ron...and you have written about crying... I tought it was apart of a poem , poetry....
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