your flavour

Eventful weekend. Being on my own for a change. Phone not ringing, nobody knocking at the door. A great empty and new space to explore with my camera. Wine. grapes. Cherries.

I felt like I was free just like I used to be back in 1999. Or was i?

I am happy. A little bit scared. Tomorrow is the day I hand my portifolio in and have an interview. I still have a statement to write and have no idea where to start. I don't really know how to be academic. I only know how to do things by following my heart. Thats how i got here anyway. i will be expecting some good vibes coming :)

the flavour in the title... its yours.

in my mouth.

I still remember.

I kept cherries to share.

but you never came.

There is little I know that can put me off. teasing is one of them. Because I do always go after what i want. "dont leave me wanting". it will be like a long exposure process. and the results can be quite the opposite you wanted.

I am happy though. happy i chose to not wait for things. not anymore =)

a little bit lost, now i am found

There are days that I can only serve procastination. Usually, when I have loads to do/say and don't know how to say/do. I have problems about categorizing. about giving priorities to things.

After my trip back home, I just felt annoyed. with everything and everyone. here and there. Thats when I realised how strong of a woman I must be. Not saying Im that great or perfect or even special. But I do hold my horses and keep cool even in the middle of a storm. I felt really cool. good about knowing i could count on myself.

does it make any sense?

...

I'm keeping cool. changing my mind about things as always, but at least getting things done.

Another zine is ready. hopefully, the final of the trilogy. i never even intended it to be a trilogy. Scary.

All those stories... 3 years old!?!?!

3 years of tension. of waiting. of dissapointment.

time to put it to an end.

an end.

I still fear certain connections. the power of attraction and all those involuntary chemical reactions. of you. and i. stuck in a room. last time i knew, it wouldnt happen again.

But i do wish you good things. I am hopeful I won't be just a forgotten memory.

I will always keep you safe with me, no matter how deep i'll have to hide you.