... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Here's to JT!
He left FB, just about that time, I deactivated mine for the first time in my 2 years in my blissful, fabulous cyber living.
JT, farmer from Dallas, so he say, one of my many friends who always want to see me smile. He made this for a monthsary that almost didnt make it to a monthsary. :( ... sometimes I wish he could have asked me first which pix to use LOL. We miss you, JT. We all wish h'ed come back really really soon.
I remember too how JT kept me company, those 48 hours, I was put aside by someone who swore that he loved me so much and yet ...
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.260988473914484.84340.100000099992542&type=1
my fave line there ... "cried a river, built something like Roseman bridge ... threw the ashes ... but never getting over ..."
he called me at Pontefino, my ogre, and gave his re-assurance. and promised not to fight/ignore/tikis me in any way anymore. we burned the wires. me on the tub,him on his bed ;) LOL
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