Hello world, this is me.
Naked, wounded, held together with sticky tape, knowing that with one false move, it’s over, all over.
I started writing years back before blogging came about. I used to write deep into the night, pouring my heart out into notebooks, cheap wired notebooks, appropriated as confessionals of my then young, drunken soul.
Then I thought I grew up and joined humanity by getting a 9-5 job,joining the workforce, joining the industry.
I fell by the waysides again, shortly after the millenium hangover had dissipated. 2 years looking for who, what where I was. I discovered my passion authoring images, landed a sort of a job and found love.
I could write again.
I made a lot of pages mainly fueled by alcohol and mind expanders, but that story will come later.
I found HER online. we met up in a coffee shop and I was so shy at first and ugly , fugly, with a botched hair bleach job and unkempt jeans and shirt. But she was beautiful. GOD. She was a beauty. Her gummy smile, her longish legs, her laugh and her curly hair. Best of all, she had a way with her wit about her and could roll her tongue speaking a foreign languages which had me at the get go.
I woke up that morning with her hair in my lips and a warm body hugging me. She was awake first, I could tell, but looking at her then again, asleep form, I thought I was still dreaming.
I met her again after three days and i was decidedly better prepped, with new hair, fresh clothes and a hard beating heart.
I thought, this is what living should be.
