I don’t want to talk, don’t want to think about it; what has happened, her behaviour….
Why?
Why would you treat me like this?
So, I spend my time alone. I try to read, listen to music. Nothing helps. My mind spirals, collapsing inward, riding never-ending circles, always asking the same question….
Why?
…. How can I trust you?
How can I possibly trust you again?
…. To conceal something like that from me….
Your Master
And yet you told him….
….
….
The sea….
The sea helps. ….
Something about its endlessness; its ever-changing, never-changing face is comforting….
…. distracting me from looking inwards…
And so, standing, facing out and away, I spend my time, gnawed by my own thoughts.
Michael tries to talk; light-hearted banter that he thinks will penetrate my mood.
He’s wrong.
