It’s still surreal that I have had my heart destroyed to this degree, so recently. I’m glad that I have at least been able to entertain my three-week house guest.
I feel like, as a Poet, I’m allowed to be as boo-hoo as I feel like being today. I dare said that I haven’t taken a hit like this since my first husband.
And that was rough.
Anyways, time for a drastic change. I’m not sure what it will be like yet – but it will be drastic. Considering that I have been in the loving company of one of my favorite people for three weeks, being left to my own devices again will be a bit of a change.
I also predict some kind of writing gig and / or moving shift. I need to distract my head from the luthier. That shit hurt.
Happy Friday to all. I haven’t really thought about what I’m going to do this weekend. I need to, however, stop crying about the luthier and get back to feeling at home with myself. These dudes dip in and out ruffling my feathers, and while I quite fancy a bit of feather ruffling – after awhile it just becomes tedious.
Let’s not forget, I was married nine years. I loathe dating.
I’m not really predicting any more sparks until I make it home to Australia. I think the luthier ate the last piece of my heart. Now I’ll just get back to the city and work on forgetting about him.
I love her so.
la voce di crepacuore
(essere… causa) perche’
che cosa e
egli ha voluto.
e sono caduto
sopra di me –
le sue parole
cancellati. e la cancellazione
quello che ha parlato
when heartbreak speaks
(be… cause) –
it is what
and i fell
on top of me –
erased. and erasing
what he said
Happy Sunday global love tribe
Today I would like to send a special shoutout to Shenzhen, China. While I have not (yet) had the chance to travel to China, it has always been on the list. Particularly when I lived next door in Australia. However, all of my holidays back then involved traveling to New York City (naturally).
It’s always baffling to explore who on the planet we all co-habitate somehow finds my words in web land. Particularly since I cut all of my social media out of the picture. Some days I miss Instagram – however, I find that no updates outside of here seem to suit me at the moment.
This changes every six months or so, I’ll wait and see what happens. Continue reading
Last night I was in Brooklyn licking raw Luthier wounds. One of my favorites made the evening, like always.
I tipped topless women and laughed loudly. I was twirled to tracks that played on a juke box in a Cony Island bar, catching up with a bartender I used to see regularly.
I had fun for the first time since my birthday. Last week was a little whack. Continue reading
I was speaking with one of my favorite people yesterday who commented how I haven’t been around.
Truth be told, the luthier fucked up my game for a hot second. So yeah, she’s right. I haven’t really been around. I’ve been out and about – all over the place.
My heart has been kicked around at this point to a degree where getting over another break-up has taken on a new tone. I used to try to think of what could be done differently, or how to fix things. Continue reading