‘I’m just a surgeon!’ Kray shouted aloud. ‘Nothing more. Just a surgeon,’ he began muttering to himself as he studied his hands. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he dropped his head back down on to the pillow. Eyes closed, he willed darkness to engulf him. Falling back into following the rota was proving difficult, more »
So was having a discussion with a close friend, and he pointed something out. The conversation itself reminded me of the type of person that I am – something counselling could not. Do we need to build a new identity from scratch? Yes and no. After the conversation, after me pondering over what was said, more »
The typical fight that exists. When you put yourself in the position of your character, this happens… Heart v Mind I now understand what it means to say, Your heart says one thing, but your mind another, But what do I know of what my heart shouts, When I’ve always listened to what my mind utters? more »
I couldn’t help but add a chorus to this. I blame the other poem/song! This one didn’t rhyme before and considering that I wrote it when I was typing a chapter, I was not concerned at all – thoughts on paper, as usual. But I just had to go back to make changes. Feelings change, more »