Your beauty is majestic. I suck in your loneliness in the early hours. I want you all for myself. Wrapped up in my own blur of thoughts, while stepping out of the dark. You cure the sadness of my soul. When you kiss me, I forget it all. Continue reading
Airports are such lonely places
People pretending to be busy
So they don’t have to talk to each other-
I’m good at this game
I can sit for hours
Without looking anybody in the eye-
I master this postmodern existence
I can read their restlessness, though-
They’re eager to go back to their homes
To their children or pets,
Or simply to put their feet up
And knit themselves a scarf.
The loneliness we bear is tangible
We’re clothed in it,
We drink it from our coffee cups
It’s dripping in our ears
From our headphones.
I’ve never felt more at home
And as disconnected amidst them,
Never felt as detached as today
But I don’t care, ’cause I have you.
Weekends are tough. I´m not sleeping enough and the whole week I can´t wait for the opportunity to sleep in, but instead I end up in a pool of sweat, waking up several times a night, panick-stricken over being alone.
This New Year´s Eve was my personal low as far as I can remember and yet it turned out pretty cosy in the end. After a tearful day with lots of Amy Winehouse “Love is a Losing Game” and the feeling that 2016 would never come and I´d die the loneliest person on the planet, after drinking Prosecco as soon as I got home (13:30) and wailing in the bedroom for a couple of hours, I decided I should take a shower, put on my face, bake a cake and take a cab to my cousin´s, ´cause by that time Sam was already terrified by fireworks and I barely managed to drag him after me 10 feet.
Today has been a strange day. In a way I was besides myself with joy that nobody needed my services since it´s been raining cats and dogs all day, but on the other hand I had to sort a lot of boring invoices and stuff I never get around to do.
My better half left for Paris for the Première Vision fair and being alone has never been my strongest side. I wanted to go, too, but I have a couple of work appointments which I have to keep in order to make my tax payments. Besides, I think I would have gotten bored at the fair and ended up spending money I don´t have in Galleries Lafayette. Sounds familiar?
Right now I´m in the living room with cat and dog and keep hearing sounds. Fear of loneliness is so strange- instead of being happy to have all this time on my hands, as I usually am when I know he´s just out for a beer, I feel almost scared. How will I fall asleep?
This is so ridiculous that I need to think of something else, so I´ll show you some lovely pictures from the new Max Mara collection.