And maybe I'll sleep at the station because there's nothing to go home to but an empty fridge and some stale mayonnaise.
And maybe I'll make friends with the guys sleeping under cardboard boxes and newspapers and we'll discuss what it means to love and to live.
And maybe I'll wander the city, one lost particle in a dust storm of Mondays, late nights and reports due yesterday.
And maybe I'll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I've never been lost in before.
And maybe I'll keep my phone on me in case you call. And tell me there's something to come home to.
It's amazing how your words perfectly capture how I feel right now. I'm doing my best to move on after all his lies and deception. But why does a part of me still hope that maybe he would come around? Sometimes I can't help but hate myself and my own stupidity.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful entry though. Perfect. Just perfect.
Or maybe I'll call you, in case you're wondering if you have something to come home to.
ReplyDelete(This photo makes me miss the old days of ridiculously early morning train rides when I was in college.)
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ReplyDeleteI'll roam e streets 'til u call me home.
ReplyDeletejust call... just pick up the phone and I'll come running back to you... i miss you and you miss me too. every pore in my skin truly believed that. so swallow ur pride and make the call...
ReplyDeleteThis made me cry especially now that I feel so lost.
ReplyDeleteI love you. Every day.
ReplyDeleteWow. Been there, done that.
ReplyDeleteSadly, we've all been there and done that. Deliciously your words are more refined than my semi-American redneck spews of "git on goin' before I pull out my .22 on you."
ReplyDeleteReally heart wrenching but I love it so much. I am tearing up.
ReplyDeleteYou never fail to amaze me. I read this every day thinking each new post is better than the last.
ReplyDeleteThat is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYour words are like whispy clouds delicately touching roof tops.
and maybe it will snow and an angel will whisper something magical into your ears and gift you crystal earrings..
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful :')
ReplyDeleteYour words come from one heart and pierce many others :)
ReplyDeletelovely ;)
ReplyDeletei do hope the phone will ring some day..
this is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteperfectly describes everything i feel right now.
James?
ReplyDeleteamazing and powerful and i love.
ReplyDeleteI honestly don't know how you do it. Get inside my heart like you do.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
After reading this I listened to Shalamar's 'Somewhere there's a love just for me' and 'For the lover in you'.
ReplyDeleteThank You.
After reading this I listened to Shalamar's 'Somewhere there's a love just for me' and 'For the lover in you'.
ReplyDeleteThank You.
I just found your blog and it's absolutly amazing
ReplyDeleteperfect. and on my birthday to boot! i love your work!
ReplyDeletethank you!
perfect! and on my birthday to boot! i love your work..
ReplyDeletethank you.
I'm trying so hard to move on, no not look at my phone every 10 minutes but I'm waiting for that call and I feel stupid for waiting.
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe on the day I felt depressive and had no one to talk to about my feeling (I thought)
ReplyDeleteI'm having an awesome and humoristic conversation about not what life should be but what life is, laughing or asses of, behaving like children because we act, think and speak like little kids
Staying up all night feeling depressed and now at 8:53 im feeling alive.
Watching people outside, making jokes, doing silly things
we are alive
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In loving memory of my lovely dog :)