Well... I've been quiet for a minute. For four days... The word introspection is a gross understatement. I have this habit of writing in various journals at once. Due to my love affair with paper and ink, I can never pass up bringing home a new empty book that speaks to me. Yesterday, I picked up a journal I bought in Berlin - back around this time in 2011. I finished scribbling secrets about the amazing journey I'm about to embark on tomorrow...
I have never Skyped so much in my entire life. Tonight, during our second session of the day, the luthier and I pondered how our species ever survived without it. In a way, it doesn't feel like we've been separate for 32 days. Technology sort of washed that out with text messages and video chat. However, there is absolutely no replacement for the physical touch of your better half. Italy, I'm about it. The luthier is the only person I have...
Namaste blah-g family 10 more sleeps. Now that I can officially count on my fingers, my mood has improved, drastically. Since the day we met, the luthier and I have each swished around the world for various causes. I can't say how excited I am that we will be somewhere together; which also happens to be his local stomping ground. It occurred to me yesterday that the two of us have communicated every day since we met. Regardless of continent or...
I went and saw Radiohead tonight. It briefly took my mind off the luthier. Not for too long. At the moment it's pushing 3am and I'm blasting Ella Henderson. Mainly on a lyrical basis: I keep... going to the river to pray... cause I need, something that can wash out the pain. And at most, I'm sleeping all these demons away. But your ghost... the ghost of you... it keeps me awake. I'm essentially at the halfway point of, "wait, where's my...