Midnight Affair: 48
I opened my mouth and words began to pour out. Just as abruptly as I tried to tell Wing what was bothering me, they got stuck in my throat. It was in Radio, just as Felix and Cordelia stepped into the room, realization dawned on me. For a good 5 minutes, I could feel my spirit and laughter die away. It was the photos. Something in their smiles, made me wish I were there. “Why should I have enemies, when I can have friends like them”. Half a year ago, that sentence would have been impossible to construct. I’m sure you’d be reading this post. I’m sure. Just know that I am not angry or upset in any way. Just as I allowed myself to slip away, I remembered what Ryn said. “You look much happier now”. I’m astounded that she could have said that. Perhaps, I’ve begun to forget what an emotional wreck I’ve been. That’s always a good sign.
Halimah called. It’s almost as if my BFF-I’ve-got-an-emergency beacon went off. That could be a major reason why my spirit soared and my emow-ity took flight. You know what I mean. BELOVED HALILI TREATED ME TO THAI EXPRESS! AND SHE BOUGHT ME A T-SHIRT FROM PULL AND BEAR. LOVE LOVE!!! Thanks so much, I’m glad we’re getting together this Saturday and that we’re having a BEE-EFF-EFF gathering for the Birthdays.
To Wing, sorry I can’t be the shoulder for you to cry on tonight. Sorry, I won’t be getting high on booze with you tonight. I pray things go well for you. It’s probably not an easy time for you. I know I can say everything’s going to be alright, don’t think too much about it, but I also know that at the end of the night, you’d be the one who would be facing all these fucked up emotions. I’ve been through a particularly painful break up, but that doesn’t make me DR LOVE.
The Emotional Drinker.
I used to think that she was just another pretty face
I never thought I would ever break through her surface
What an extraordinary surface it is
Beautiful features, voluptuous figure
What more could I ask for?
Her name.
We became friends
Definitely more than just casual friends.
It was always a laugh seeing her get high on booze
She would scream out the queerest sentences
She would cry
She would laugh
She would get wasted everytime.
It never did occur to me that she was a bad person.
She isn’t.
Could it be that a girl like her could be over-flowing with emotions
Could it be that she has not given herself enough time to come face to face with her demons
We all have skeletons in our closets
We all know the ghost of our pasts
We all seek sanctuary
A realm of sanctity away from our reality
One day we’d make that great escape
We’ll walk to that hiding place
Hand in hand
Heart to heart.
