I declined coming to the reunion. I sent my apologies to DOGNUTS. Moments like this I want to be alone. Arlene can always come over to my place for the New Year, nah but I aint going back to Gapo. I dont want to go trek a track of lies. I deserve better. DOGNUTS and I, we will always be friends, whatever time, space, condition.
I have too many regrets already, so what's another one.
I got the pics ... again they're all over the place. Tangible proofs of how a man I deeply cared about has been dishonest to his teeth. Sometimes I wonder the kind of truths he's gonna teach his sons :(. And I pity my daughter's daughters' daughters to cross path with his sons' sons and so forth. I'd be saying prayers and casting spells that day will never come.
I love him still though. And the most valuable lesson he has taught me was not about cooking his favorite dish ... but 5 months that felt like a lifetime of never ever to trust again. Never. No one.
Alone is better. Than betrayal.
... 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.
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