pictures of you'Disintegration' by The Cure always throws me in at the deep end. If I just close my eyes, I can hear 'Praying For Rain', and smell the scent of hibiscus tea steaming in my cup. I lie back in my soft modular armchair and pick up a book, in anticipation of entering a different world for a while. I'm going out with my friends later. Whatever time of year it is, I wear black. But I'm not sad. I'm happiest I've ever been. I'd like to believe that black is a fashion statement, I like clean lines and how it contrasts with my platinum hair and red lipstick. But really, I'm grieving for the childhood and love I never had. I'm home. Belgrade, Yugoslavia, 1991.
thirty-eightI read an article
anniversary (gut-punched)It's been fourteen years
story of a disappointmentSome days I just don't understand the world at all.
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