I am listening to Lovesong right now, the original by The Cure, though Tori Amos is singing it in my head. The past weeks since returning from Berlin has seen me running around in a flurry of studying (no, this is a lie, more like a slur of guilt pangs) and going through a dream …
Decided to end my self-imposed isolation today. There’s just so much a recluse could do. Though I nearly went bonkers when I met Sadok the other day and he casually mentioned he didn’t see me at Stusta last weekend. I insisted I do not live in Stusta. But whatever.So, called Mike out and we went …
In a week of nightmares, this was the only good one, but what a great one! Running barefooted by the beach, laughing easily with my parents, playing with my nephew and nieces, having friends over for just pure nothing in particular, the warm sun on my face, my arms lolling over brown sweet skin… …bliss.
Bad dreams. Kind nightmares. Sleeping way too much. Finally dragged my carcass out the door early this morning. Ga.
I think the way to go this year would be to surrender. To give it all up. To stop wanting, dreaming, hoping, desiring, whatever. Never gonna be able to do it, though. But I’ll sure as hell try.Cos I don’t want another 2001; the fuckin’ craziest year of my life. So here’s to another chance, …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
