I sometimes…
Really do live up to my reputation on loopy and lusty. This week was one of those weeks where my heart broke just a little bit more. On weeks like this I often cry and listen to really sad music and swim in my own pool of sorrow & bitterness and tears. This is not a secret so I really don’t mind talking about it…
I then pull myself out of but not without the help of some amazing friends and some really old literature that often helps me restore faith in love. Books like “The Thoughts of Nanushka” & “Penguin’s Poems for Love”. I got this book last year from Avid Reader book shop in West End for someone but they left it behind when they left my life not long ago.
It’s a good thing because for the past few days I have been reading it and loving every single poem for it takes me to a world where people did mean what they said and said what they meant & a world where saying I love you never meant enough…
