More Disciplined
And again the time between clearing and cleaning after the meal and an early night seems to have wobbled and warped with the aid of the television and turned the early into a late, and so tomorrow will be sticky and mean, if only I had more discipline.
Posturing, covering up the insecurities and fears with bravado, but perhaps I should no longer care about this posturing, perhaps I should not care about appearing denuded, under your scrutiny, your severe gaze, perhaps I should just get on with what I want to be, rather that what you, they, say I should be.
