I think my abrupt honesty with regard to my emotional state can be startling to some people.
I know I said that I wasn’t going to talk about him anymore, I’m not. I’m talking about me…
I’m still not good. Saying that I’m worse than I have ever felt isn’t really stretching it. According to my best friend, one time I was worse. Continue reading
Namaste love tribe
I have been sleeping a lot lately. This isn’t sheerly a depression factor – though that has slightly contributed.
I lucid dream. I have since I was little. Some people argue this is a conscious activity opposed to dream-state, I’ve never really heavily invested myself in the debate.
I usually dream about lovers. Since my latest kicked my face a bit, I’m trying to put myself into a state of less face kicks.
I’m not sure why I end up with so many wanky dudes. It’s beyond me. And while I enjoyed the company of a husband I loved very much for nearly 10 years – the conclusion speaks for itself. Continue reading
My mind has been on moving over the past week and change. The lease in my midtown tower expires come July, and I’m about to be out.
Usually, when it comes to leaving the states – I say, the further the better; which is partially how I ended up in Australia for ten years.
My heart exploded in Sperlonga, Italy and is beating on the beach’s white sand – waiting for me. Continue reading
direction to affection’s destruction
I cannot find love. Inside this. Madness. Continue reading
I slept for ten hours. From roughly 3pm to 2am. I woke up, phoned a friend, and sooked some more.
However, today is Monday. I have things to do at work. I’m eternally grateful for a full-time writing job. It demands that I focus in ways outside of my ordinary thought patterns. Continue reading