All dressed up and nowhere to go.



The lighthouse





It’s strange this feeling of contentment.
Alien almost.
At first I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it and I found myself trying to tidy it away into a corner so that I wouldn’t have to deal with it. Yeah that’s it, I would think to myself, just pretend it’s not there, just like the pile of clothes at the foot of your bed crying out to be ironed.
That didn’t really work.
So I tried to counter it’s queer effect by picking little fights in some vain attempt to try and remember some wrangled state of emotion that I was used to, that I knew. I know complication and confusion very well. The darkness that creeps around.
But that didn’t work either.
And after a while I ran out of hare brained ideas and I just let it be.
These days I’ve come to like this happy heavy weight on my heart because I realise now that this weight is the knowledge that if there’s one thing I can rely on, it’s that you will always love me, and it makes my load that much lighter. And you know what? I can’t quite remember what I did without it.

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