the burdens of booze: 150 days later.

150 days.  that is how long i have been sober. to admit addiction is brave. to commit to recovery is courage. to cope with it every day is survival. humans are curious, we experiment. we are allured by drug culture. we spiral in despair but we also stand tall in the light. we heal. we…

if our timing is true.

oh, matthew barber, how you make my heart swoon. his lyric, “if our timing is true,” is the epitome of my broken hearted mixtape.  the bittersweet truism of a wild child wanting to love and be loved while remaining free. gypsies are romantics too.  but that’s a secret between me and you. if our timing…

long whiskey-fuelled nights.

i’m sure we’ve all had them.  a night when a beer turns into a bender; a weekend doused in whiskey.  followed by the monday morning booze blues.  a pledge to your kidneys that “i won’t do that again [anytime soon then]”.  the somber scroll through your text message history to discover the regretful truth you…

the refuge i find in you.

fatally fragile a melody of malaise illicit drugs and whiskey-fuelled days. ♠ mortally manic a hysteria of fear tempered anger and the pain from that lost year. ♠ brokenly beaten a shadow of regret bruised ego and a memory to forget. ♠ staggering strength a hope to renew trusted soul and the refuge i find…

#tbt: barbados.

may 22, 2016 ∫ barbados there is a lot of truth in the old adage that the last day of travel is quite emotional.  the bliss has settled in, you’ve become accustomed to the culture.  you’ve met new friends and made new memories with old ones.  you’re lighter.  you’re spirit is rejuvenated. you’ve found space to…

the wanderess.

a wandering mind that takes forbidden thoughts to curious spaces. a beating heart that takes passionate love to foreign places.

who is your hadley?

You would think that with the passage of time, not being with you or hearing from you, you would fade away, but no, you are as much with me now as you were then.
Hemingway to his Hadley.

we all have this moment.

we all have stories to tell; songs to sing  and dreams to dream. we all have love to give; a heart that will break and memories yet to make. we all have said goodbye; tears that have dried and barenaked regrets to hide. we all have lingering sorrow; the lost history of tomorrow and nostalgia…

35 days on the (yellow brick) road.

“you’re on your own.  and you know what you know.  and you are the one who’ll decide where to go.”   -dr. seuss it is the strangers you meet on the road that you end up falling madly in love with.  the likeminded drifters that become darling soul-friends.  at least that is what my literary…

the push-away-good-bye.

The anticipation of a hello. The ambivalence of saying goodbye. That profound moment in time where two people connect–where your hearts collide. Upon arrival a lingering departure looms but you don’t think about it, as you haven’t made any memories yet. You unpack your bags and take a look around. Embracing the person in front…