sitting naked by the phone
after a day of fervent laughs and nostalgic love; a day reminiscent of a life long lost, of long lost love;a day of memories and mishap, after drinking like we had the money and acting like we didn't care. after awkwardly attempting to re-establish a realistic modern rendition of an inherent unreality, after transantlanticism, livin a dream and i'm from barcelona, after sexed up lust and just as quickly forthcoming impetuous let down and loathing, after storming out the door and then crying on the grass, after apologizing for the very last time, after irrational accusations and unfair demands, after tears of pure fear and genuine laments, i said 'well, ok just go' and then, he just left. through with begging and through with pretending. im not free to not be free.
reality is seeming more and more elusive. but at least im not living in an illusionist denial.
in other news, for those of you who who aren't anthony, let's hang out - because im finally in atlanta, bitches.
reality is seeming more and more elusive. but at least im not living in an illusionist denial.
in other news, for those of you who who aren't anthony, let's hang out - because im finally in atlanta, bitches.