day 1: cold turkey

it’s the best way to end things. drop the walls, like a prison on your past, and look only toward the future.

for the next 60 days, no call, no chat, no facebook. i’ve deleted all the possible passages that lead me back to him. it’s like standing in the middle of a clearing, looking back at the hazy route through the trees that got you here and not remembering how to go back.

So you don’t look back; you keep moving on.

it’s probably one of the hardest things i’ve ever had to do, make myself walk out of there against my will, crying quietly at 5 a.m. so as not to wake him up and saying goodbye to the couch, the chairs, the floor tiles, the kitchen — everything i’ve quietly befriended in the time that i shared in his existence. knowing i’ll never see any of it again, not in this way anyway. knowing it’s best for me.

this is so fn hard right now. i’m reeling like an addict whose supplier has just quit the business. and it’s only 4 p.m. — way too far from sleep for comfort.

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start over?

start over?! honey, you ARE starting over! forget the train!!!! 😀 YEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! I’ve found my voice again!!!! 😀 I’m BAAAA-AACK!

a piiile ou face touuuus mes sentiments!
a pile ou face indifferemment!

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forever the end

I want to stay on the train past the last stop and start over. But the train doesn’t go back. It stays at the last stop. And the last stop is where I live. It’s where I belong, and even if the train were to backtrack, it would be too late, and the stops would be empty or cold and cruel. So I can sit on the train, waiting at the last stop, or I can leave the train and walk home. either way, i’ll be at the last stop. and that’s where i’m staying. we’ve come to a standstill, the end. i miss you, and i don’t know if it’s because i took you for granted, but i want you to know that i’ve found my voice again. i feel like myself again, and i’m mourning the person i never worked up to showing you.

so much wasted time. as if it’d last forever.

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it writhes and rises like a tiger, scratching against a bare wall.

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mis(s )take

you call me miss. miss, mistress or miss stress?

a fine line. the bottom line?

u take, i take, we miss each other.

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is it over yet?


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