The weight in the belly, pressing out, weighing me down, forming a slight feeling of sick in my throat though I know I am not sick. And tomorrow I will be a new persons and a better person and I won't make the same mistake again that I made today, and yesterday, and yesterday's yesterday.
It slips away, and then all we have left is the view of the seaside rolling clouds flooding past with dripping negativity like that tap, tapping his drum, tapping the time away until it has all slipped away.
Getting the words spoken was so hard, so very hard, I thought I would not be able to say them, I thought I would be met with scorn, i felt the adrenaline trickle then flow, I knew my hands would start shaking, and still I spoke. I didn't say it as best I could but it was said. Now I suspect it will make no difference, who knows