Two Realisations.

I had two realisations today.

1) I am impulsive. Don't laugh. I've always known that I make decisions quickly based on intuitive synthesis of the important facts (ie. don't clutter me with details, but I hadn't connected that to the word -impulsive- nor to the downside of that personality trait.

2) I am a storyteller. This doesn't mean I'm a writer, that I make plots, anything like that. It means that the way I look at the world is through stories. If someone asks me a question, I won't say yes or no. I won't ask for more information. I'll tell a story.

Beautiful.

I believe this is by 'Pablo Neruda'? Yanked off greatpoets.

...Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.