sharing
is caring
but sometimes sharing doesn’t come
up right away, and needs years of
establishing trust and instincts and
rapport and a shared understanding of the world
sometimes sharing
needs to come after miles and miles of other
sharing
sometimes sharing doesn’t happen until
you’ve been married nearly
ten years
i don’t feel like writing
but i don’t feel like not writing
like i have things to say
but i’m not aching to say them
like all my past lives have caught up with me
and instead of blocking them out
they came in
and we had tea
and chatted till they had to leave
and some of the conversation was important
and some of it was fluff
and some of it got out
what i’m constantly trying to get out
and the emotional hangover hasn’t caught up with me
yet
but i can feel it approaching
i can feel it encroaching
i can feel it coming
for me
where is my emotional hangover?
the headache and regret i get
after sharing too much
of my own self?
(or is that what
today’s exhaustion
is?)
kipventures 