I've been vacant a few days. This has resulted in a couple of interesting things. I shook my boyfriend off once and for all. I tried to be upset, but I'm used to dumping boyfriends by now. I'm not even sure if these people are boyfriends. Maybe they're just lovers I briefly obsess over because I'm fond of the poetry it all bleeds. In order to cheer myself up, I figured going out with a new stranger might take the edge off. And to be completely...
I danced along the east river this morning, like I do most days. Today was a little different though, it was a unique celebration. Relationships knock me all over the place. I let them. I've said it before, sometimes I think I just like the hit. Like, I've had to overcome so much emotional hardship in my 37 years, maybe I'm addicted to that strength. Sometimes I wonder if I make things more difficult than they should be just to beat what I get...
Brooklyn ate me last weekend. Ever since I made up with my boyfriend, I've been spending way too much time there. Don't get me wrong, Cony Island all day. But I built my life in midtown. I move so much, that it's important I make use of where I am while I'm there; which just so happens to be upstairs from a 24-hour wonderland. I'm boycotting Brooklyn for a hot second. It's just about summer here in New York City, which is the best time of year...
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....
For the past 11 months, my notebooks have been in a suitcase locked away. Not the ones that are in my handbag filled with blue ink, of course. But my history. I took such an emotional and psychological beating over a three year period, that I shut off one of the most important parts of me. Sure there's a lot of my words floating around here on this site, but they aren't inky. Ink is and will always be what flows through my veins. My blood line....