A True Beginning

It is time to readdress my life, to invoke new energies from the universe that contains me. Crying over someone's indifference can be genuine, but time is not endless and there is so much I can do instead.

My book has been dormant for over a year. I still believe it is a story to tell. I still have the certitude its melody will sing to some hearts.

Life is reinvented once more, on this cool Autumn morning, a pale sun shining over yellow and red leaves.

Platonic Love

You know what?

I can do this.


I will forget him.



I will live away from him.



I am resigned. From now on, I will dream of George...

I am happy...

I Am Well

But the unbelievable reality of our dead romance, hits me every day.



Hard.



On the face.
On my limbs.
On my core.



Like a foreboding nightmare.

Like an ancient fear come true.

Friendship

Sweet Autumn whispers remind me that we can still be friends.


Reshape our love.


I just need to mutate mine.

     Shrink it.

          Avoid it.

               Constraint it.

                    Ignore it.

Nothing Else To Say...

Actually, It Is Never the End of Love...

Waves of tenderness cleanse and soothe my sorrows.

The incredible feeling of loving above all self-selfcenteredness.


After watching a documentary about the tsunamis in South East Asia in 2004 and in Japan in 2011...

Humanity at its best.

The End of Love

Last day of summer.


It rained through sun rays and low clouds.


His eyes were fixed on the road.
Mine were shut.
While he said: "I'm not ready for romance anymore."


The flowers of my love flew slowly from his strong hands to the garbage can in his kitchen.





I am left on my lonely bed, curled as a sick child, in my kingdom of tears.