Ambra woke me up.
And I feel a pit in my stomach.
Much is weighing on my mind.
And I miss Los Angeles
so very much right now.
It’s an aching and longing in my bones.
And I’m embracing this beautiful life I’m forging.
But it doesn’t mean that I don’t pine for what was at times.
I had two friends put me in check tonight. I’m humbled. I take comfort in the uncomfortable suggestions offered by my trusted and esteemed colleagues. They tell me these things to hold a mirror up to my face. To purify me.
After pondering my plight, I feel that I need to forget my desires for a while. And help serve others. To get lost in service is to truly find oneself.
Our time was still born
A dizzying dirge
Moves and counter moves
Grins and abducted glances
Trying to out smart one another
Desperate for a pat
Desperate for another moment
Straining my neck
Making music of our own
Fingers run through your hair
Kisses on my forehead
As sudden and the storm arrived,
On your part, and mine
Dropping everything-purely fear based
But still vying for more
Stronger, blacker nights
The splitting of assets was super tough on my household items. I’m determined to finish getting some basics, so that I’m not camping in my own flat by month’s end.
I am officially a proud owner of a mature, stately trash can. It’s glorious to behold.
1. Welcome mat
4. Low speed internet