Posted by feitheachd on Sun 1 Jan 06, 3:36 PM to feitheachd's blog.
It's strange how you can delude yourself into thinking that you really understand what you need, what you ache for.
Then you get an opportunity to open up and admit all.
And there is an outpouring, a disgorging of yearning, some of which you were only half aware of. It comes out without the usual editing process, the dark primal dreams and desires which drive your waking hours and which fill your sleep.
For the first time; laid bare and deliciously vulnerable.
Confession is good for the soul.
