I’m looking at a picture of us I didn’t like it at the time There was something too real- I felt ugly about it But now I love it You were trying to tell me something And now that you don’t want to be seen I’ve figured it out in the photo While I was off mentally having fun You were telling me you loved me and that you were sick They say a picture says a thousand words What about emotions
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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