December 2009
4 posts
The word MOVE looks weird to me now.
I have moved am in the dreadful process of moving to a new place, one that I have no excitement for, one that is not home, one that will not get the chance to be home, one that holds no memories of the people I love.
I never knew it could be so draining. Packing your life into boxes, leaving a place you love, moving on.. All of it is so very tiring.
Change, changing, changed.
A couple days ago I was standing outside a theatre in Cineleisure having one of the worst conversations I’ve ever had. The talk had gone sour faster than you can say “Climate Change Conference”. When I finally sat down, I opened my bag to discover that the drink I’d smuggled into the theatre had spilled (karma for all the times I snuck food into the theatre). All over my...
“I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can...”
– American Gods, Neil Gaiman
He told me he loved me
And that is the source of both my comfort and my misery.
Maybe I should pack up like Sany says and head to Brazil, hahahahahahahahahaha.