I've been limping over the luthier the past few days, and longing for Sperlonga. The truth is, the love of my life and I didn't fall out - life simply occurred. International issues with family do nothing for new found feelings. And so it ended, abruptly and instantly. My three-week house guest who arrived essentially the day this all went down has watched me basically die over the past month. I realize everyone has their own "the most...
Namaste. 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....
la voce di crepacuore ho solo scomparire (essere… causa) perche’ che cosa e egli ha voluto. e sono caduto in questo shock. sue mani sopra di me - le sue parole cancellati. e la cancellazione quello che ha parlato mi ritiro. senza addio. senza spelgazione. when heartbreak speaks i only disappear (be… cause) - it is what he wanted and i fell into this shock. his hands on top of me - his words erased. and erasing what he said i retreat...
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. Today, with my sister staying with me from Australia, I'm going to walk down the east side and...
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...