Soon after I posted about walking the streets of Philadelphia, and listening to the Springsteen song, I broke down in the worst crying fit I have ever had in my life. I have not been able to purge myself of the hurt that I incurred in those terrible times, prevented, always, by the prison of CFS, and also by ongoing unsettledness with life.
So, the place I am living in, now, has served it's purpose. It has allowed me that exorcism, and now I can move on.
I don't care if my neighbours might have heard me, because they are not neighbours.
PS - It wasn't the wine, talking. A little wine did free me up from the CFS.
And I was not in any kind of dramatic, woe-is-me performance for anyone. This was a true, intense catharsis.
If only I could cure my illness like that. Indeed, none of my problems are psychological, anymore. All my problems are deep in the bone. So, crying was a medical thing.
My dog was concerned - but overwhelmed. So, he hid in the kitchen. I had to break off early, just to go and reassure him. Maybe now he will stop whimpering in is sleep. His stomach problems have eased up. And I think the relief from that issue also helped free up my psyche, so I could let loose, baby.
This is the song I thought of, I guess, but it has the wrong title..
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Godley & Creme - Cry 12" Extended Mix Coldplay - Cry Cry Cry (Official Video) And it was called Yellow. I must be gay. On the streets of Philly.