on and on
well the story has begun again.
i won't delve too deep in to all the comings and goings. but i will say that i was in brittany a few days ago, and now am living in paris. all the emotion, all the idealism, the angst, the beauty...i'm not sure where it has gone, or my direction with it all. i don't know whether to feel elated or swallowing in self-pity.
all i do know is that i'm working on my french, i live in a fancy home with 18th and 19th century paintings which crowd the walls, stairs, and even my bedroom with the large floor to ceiling windows. the dining room is a large tapestry, from which all glasses, cutlery, dishes, and life here originates. it's cold, so i turn up the heater by my new cell phone.
he'll come back soon, and i don't know whether it will be goodbye again, or maybe, "till next time...because we both ache."
i won't delve too deep in to all the comings and goings. but i will say that i was in brittany a few days ago, and now am living in paris. all the emotion, all the idealism, the angst, the beauty...i'm not sure where it has gone, or my direction with it all. i don't know whether to feel elated or swallowing in self-pity.
all i do know is that i'm working on my french, i live in a fancy home with 18th and 19th century paintings which crowd the walls, stairs, and even my bedroom with the large floor to ceiling windows. the dining room is a large tapestry, from which all glasses, cutlery, dishes, and life here originates. it's cold, so i turn up the heater by my new cell phone.
he'll come back soon, and i don't know whether it will be goodbye again, or maybe, "till next time...because we both ache."