heartbreak. three weeks. home.


It’s still surreal that I have had my heart destroyed to this degree, so recently. I’m glad that I img_6411have 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. Considering that I have been in the loving company of one of my favorite people for three weeks, being left to my own devices again will be a bit of a change.

I also predict some kind of writing gig and / or moving shift. I need to distract my head from the luthier. That shit hurt.

Happy Friday to all. I haven’t really thought about what I’m going to do this weekend. I need to, however, stop crying about the luthier and get back to feeling at home with myself. These dudes dip in and out ruffling my feathers, and while I quite fancy a bit of feather ruffling – after awhile it just becomes tedious.

Let’s not forget, I was married nine years. I loathe dating.

I’m not really predicting any more sparks until I make it home to Australia. I think the luthier ate the last piece of my heart. Now I’ll just get back to the city and work on forgetting about him.

I love her so.

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