Today is another birthday. Last year, I was sailing around the south Caribbean. This year, I have a soul sister from Australia beside me. It’s five in the morning, we’re on our way to Central Park.
Yesterday, the luthier decided he needs some space. I guess this has been unravelling since I last popped into these parts.
Some things I save for poetry. But trust me, that one hurt. Yet another one bites the dust.
In a few hours I’ll be having French pastries and black coffee in Soho. Tonight I plan on dancing to samba.
You never know what a birthday will bring. Here’s to year 38.
when he touched me. i awoke. and my eyes
discovered ways to widen and expand.
it was like i suddenly became more
stretched. i could be. pulled in more
directions. a north south east west
way of expressing how i reach
for him. cut arms. strong thighs. his body
wraps me in limbs and whispers. that i
should never doubt; my only truth.
the one way anyone. broke. through…
i opened. to him. wide arms, spread
legs moving forward in a direction
to be in contact with what i only believed.
and while he whispered, we swore
that nothing would ever split between
us again. he… and i… always. promised.
Namaste blog tribe
So I’m leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I’m not packed. I woke up in tears. I don’t want to go, but I do want to go.
I have to go. Continue reading
I danced along the east river this morning, like I do most days. Today was a little different though, it was a unique celebration. Continue reading
I grieved a bit today. I was a little sad, eventually less sad. Then, I stopped caring.
I’ve been listening to “Too Good” by Drake all day on repeat. I’d post it, but there’s some bullshit copyrights that don’t let me clip a video yet… Nothing irks me like a greedy “Artist”.
Here’s my favorite line: “Last night, I came to a realization. And I hope you can take it. I’m too good to you, I’m way to good to you. You take my love for granted, I just don’t understand it.” Continue reading