Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Notes from my 63rd trip (Mass)

The problem with Flora and I was that we always fell for each other's trap.

I kinda want to lightly punch Flora on the shoulder, like "That hurt, you jerk." 

This heartache is trying to destroy me, devour me. But I'm finding a way to say no. I'm still here.

                                                       She was in the shadows too.

It's when you just know. Like you throw out the scale you created over the years, you let down your defenses, give into the fears, and just go. Because when someone ask you how she makes you feel you can't think of anything else to say but "HEAVENLY!"

I know I am getting older b/c I am staring to recognize + accept the life of my father.

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