Posts Tagged: ‘love’

direction to affection’s destruction

October 4, 2016 Posted by the writer

direction to affection’s destruction

I cannot find love. Inside this. Madness. (more…)

touching transformation

September 30, 2016 Posted by the writer

touching transformation

there
is a map
that
leads
to this: place
chords;
rhythm. (more…)

shout out shenzhen

September 18, 2016 Posted by the writer

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Today I would like to send a special shoutout to Shenzhen, China. While I have not (yet) had the chance to travel to China, it has always been on the list. Particularly when I lived next door in Australia. However, all of my holidays back then involved traveling to New York City (naturally).

It’s always baffling to explore who on the planet we all co-habitate somehow finds my words in web land. Particularly since I cut all of my social media out of the picture. Some days I miss Instagram – however, I find that no updates outside of here seem to suit me at the moment.

This changes every six months or so, I’ll wait and see what happens. (more…)

when brooklyn has your back

September 17, 2016 Posted by the writer

img_6829Last 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. (more…)

settle. learn. scribble.

August 20, 2016 Posted by the writer

IMG_6055Alright. I think it’s officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language.

I’m settling into life, it’s strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words – alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different.

I was trying to explain this to my besty David last night. He reckons I’m dreary and that I should be in all of my literal glory at the moment. I don’t think I’m dreary, I’m adjusting. I forgot what being happy was like. (more…)

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