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This weekend, I took an early morning walk with a friend. We traversed streets and avenues, deep in conversation about “serious things” of which there is often little active public forum in which to discuss. Our bodies, our heads, were bowed towards each other, intent upon the speaking and the listening, aware of even the … Continue reading
The purpose of this blog was for me to talk about the raw things, and so, it’s Friday, and I’m sharing: Sometimes, I get so fucking jealous of the “happy” people in relationships
I walked through the snow tonight, two, nearly three, miles, basking in the gentle eddies of the fading storm, the soft quiet of a winter wonderland spread before me like a bounteous gift.
There is nothing like the falling of snow in my city. It hushes the earth, softly, this warm silence which reminds me of the magic of childhood. The brush of snowflakes; the whistling whisper of the wind — hot cocoa and marshmallows and wool-socked feet sliding across wood floors and porcelain tile — cardigans and … Continue reading
I like how my city looks through your eyes: Bright and exciting Shiny buildings, shiny spires
I need to get out of this place.
It’s always when I’m in the shower, hot water opening up my pores and soap sluicing down my skin, cleansing my body, soothing my mind, that it hits me that I won’t ever be able to wash you out of my soul.
The chug-chug of a subway train through dark tunnels full of misplaced gears, scurrying rats, and people forgotten by the light and forgotten by the world.
The odd friend-date next to me The harried host