I remember a couple of trips I made from Grand Central to New Rochelle; it felt like nothing could go wrong in my life. It felt like I really had it all—a great job, health, and the love of my life. Now I find myself waiting for the train in Surbiton station in Bumfuck, Kingston-Upon-Thames in the pouring rain with a useless umbrella—the train that will get me to Waterloo Station in 15 minutes—and think, Did I really leave New York for this?
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And your lips shone a light
on my ugliest scars
and kissed them goodnight.
Sometimes you want to write but don’t feel like writing. So you sit down and write anyway, but all you see is the ugliest of letters forming the ugliest of words, that sick wrongly in front of your eyes.
I think this is one of those times:
She was on her knees last night.
Only this time she didn’t have you in front of her with your fingers through her hair, as she took you to heaven. Continue reading
1. Believe (and no more Xanax or Valium or setting fire to Athens)
2. Faith is to _______ as Hellenism is to __________.
3. (Apples will only keep the doctors away if aimed correctly.)
4. Forget your troubles and write down your strengths in legible handwriting. Continue reading
Thoughtfully, Yours 