Today I dreamt of her. And it’s amazing how much I miss her. Feels like a big chunk of my life was removed and just left a giant aching hole.
Haven’t seen it before. Now catching a glimpse of it on the TV. Desperately wanting to see the whole film and still, a part of me, or the whole of me, wants to see it accompanied, not by someone, not by a woman, but by THE Woman.
So I’m refusing to set it. It’s my very own personal strike… Won’t see it until I have a companion to see it?
But if I don’t try it with someone, how will I know?..
Jazz nights are melancholic. They’re in fact melancholy bottled up in a 7 note fragrance, stirring deep down, heart beats following the double bass muffled sounds, ‘till the object of your devotion appears on the melody sung by trumpet and sax.
Ninguém é tão nosso como um amante.
How we end up marrying the wrong people
A good partnership is not so much one between two healthy people (there aren’t many of these on the planet), it’s one between two demented people who have had the skill or luck to find a non-threatening conscious accommodation between their relative insanities.
the bastard lover (2)
i want to help you feel ok. But i want to help you feel ok, with me.