Namaste love family

TGIF bitches… this week has been as equally horrible as the preceding.

I’ve been writing a lot of poetry¬†over the past 48 hours. I wouldn’t say it’s helping, but at least it’s distracting.

I pride myself on not taking anything that matters to me lightly. The trick is picking what to take on as significant while spending time on the perplexing planet of Earth that we share. Regardless, we all make our own choices.

Recently, I chose to take in a stranger as a lover and then as familiarity – like something always meant. The repercussions are too terrible to mention. My biggest issue though, real talk – is that I cannot view the luthier as just another.

Anyways. All I need to do right now is get through Friday. Then I’ll address handling Saturday and Sunday. Whatever. I am bloody miserable.

One of my current favorite tracks helps, as always.

“… i could never lose, what you thought?”

“i’m killin em, sorry for your loss…”

These haters on my body, shake em off. – Young M.A