Saturday, 16 February 2013
Even now ... joking is a daunting thing to me.
If I'm lucky, they laugh. If I'm not, they rampage.
Like the puppet controlled by the rope, I am no longer able to be me in behaving.
The boundary line for me is getting cramped.
If I'm still involved with the old line, I bet they would put me back into the enclosed person in her own world, that even her voice would be rarely heard.