I don't have a boyfriend again. After we spent four days making up, I had an anxiety attack this afternoon and told him we shouldn't see each other. This is upsetting for a spectrum of reasons. However, I feel myself retreating to the safety of where I cut the world off and fall into a meditative state of complete nothingness. There are a lot of reasons I suck at being a girlfriend. However, I find my greatest issue in feigning relationships...
We made up. That was the worst fight ev-ER. I don't fight with anyone. I leave. My boyfriend refers to me as a "flight risk". That is a bit of my mantra. There's more than one reason that I have two passports. I've been in Brooklyn since Friday. Later on today, when I'm done with work, I'm going to write filthy stories about Cony Island. I'll post one tonight. There's something about Anthony and I that is utterly divine. We're never allowed to...
Well, another lover burned to the ground. This time, it was all over words. When you are a born Writer, and like, have never done anything but process life in characters essentially since inception - you pay attention to what people say. Especially when you're fucking them. My boyfriend said three really shitty things in less than a seven day period. And I snapped. Blog tribe that's been in my crew since this page started in 2009 know that I am...
Namaste blog tribe A month from today, I leave for Tahiti. I'm going to Tahiti, alone, to hide out for a few days and squat in a water hut. It's quite a grown-up moment, actually. When I started this webpage I didn't know how I was going to write professionally in Manhattan, now I'm jet-setting to Tahiti, alone, to play with the words I've been spooling for the past four years. The number of stories and general written work I have is baffling....
aspiring amore I was. Thinking in poetry again. Green-blue constellation eyes. Staring. Back. I inhaled now and stopped wishing for when. I straightened my spine and felt my bones crack. A bounce in my step and new aura glow; Like there’s no longer a possible stop. And never invention of the word no. The expansion of my heart. Stomach drop. What I didn’t say came out through my pores. Sunlight showers washing my grey sky days. Opening...