Saturday, January 7, 2012


I want to go home.

I can't find my way home.

I still feel like I'm bleeding everywhere. From that amputation.

Fuck this. It hurts. Fuck death.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Three years

Three years.

I can't believe it's been three years since I touched the face I long to see.

And I swear ... he came to see me today. I had a nap and woke up at exactly 3 pm (which is when he had his stroke). I looked at the clock and said, "hello baba. I love and miss you still."

and I do.

I always shall.

How can I not miss the other half of my soul?

But most of all I am grateful that I had those years.

Love. Is. Stronger. Than. Death.