I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
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.
aboard MH 705, this kept me company. Thanks to a co-bookworm, this got a new home in my closet ;-)
Lenka was onboard and so was the rest of my crew. :)
Touch down baby! Room 1110.
Looks lyke a Special Setting but this was the hotel lobby. So avanty-ish.
I called this the "Benetton" cabinet. It stands by the foyer jusz before my hotel room.
#iLovebig(wooden)beds!
This is my favorite spot --- the bath. Look at the interiors, squared "stoney-ish" Jerusalemic ;-), laid neatly on the walls where regular bathroom tiles are usually installed. So cool and unique, this concept.
Ok, this week was certified cheat week. Last night I had two glasses (short ones) of vodka. Still sober. and this, hot signature, my 2nd for the week, 5 shots (instead of 8) of choc'late mix, no whip, jusz non-fat milk. fair nuff, huh.
inflight movie was pretty somethin' ---- you know, the search, far, wide and all that somethin you dunno. :(
and my short (er) hair, boho tops and red oversized shades jusz pulling it off ;-)
my OSTD, my LSS --- check out Paper Towns soundtrack --- fresh and hippie.
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