Sparking

I’m highly charged today. Perhaps literally.

For the third day in a row I’m the only person in the office. There are usually three of us, with one of the other chaps spending almost his complete time ensuring that the system we run is performing properly. In his and my other colleague’s absence, it’s down to me to run the ship single handed. I’m busy, and rather agitated too, perhaps because of my routine having been thrown out.

My highly charged emotions might just be making themselves felt – every time I touch something metal today I release a bit of static charge. A little spark that reminds me that I’m feeling on edge by making me jump. This isn’t normal for me, I assure you, but perhaps it is just coincidence.

I feel full of things that needs saying – sparks of expression waiting to be released. They are probably always there, but today they are close to the surface and want to escape – and to be honest some of the sparks trying to get out frighten me a little. I can’t judge whether they are appropriate or not, and for that reason, they are going to stay exactly where they are now – in my head.

Every once in a while I have days like this, and I guess if I look back at the last couple of weeks, it was inevitable that a day like today was coming.

There is so much in me that never gets said, but I really do believe it’s better – well safer at least – that way.

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