Dear Monkey

Dear Monkey,

This is the first time that I've written a letter in three years. Words no longer flow outside of my head the way they once did. Everything just seems different and out of place, as if I can no longer communicate. I think about the time we spent together and the time I once knew I had a future.
Everyday that goes by I thank God for letting me see the light of day and I always pray for your well being, wherever you may be. I smile each day thinking about the time we first met which completely came out of nowhere. Your smile, was so kind and pure it makes me still long for you. I can honestly say that I fell in love the moment I first saw you and I know you felt the same. No one has nor ever will look at me the way you did because you truly saw me for me. My heart will always be yours, no matter where life takes me. And I can honestly say that if I were to be alone for the rest of my life, I would be at peace because what we had was that special and the memories that we shared will be a lifetimes worth for me.
I hope you still think of me, when you're alone or when you're sad, and I hope it brings a smile to your face the way it does to me. One day, I know it in my heart, that we will see each other again. I may not look the same or feel the same but my sentiments for you will always be the same. I love you always and forever.

Emmanuel.

The W Hotel, Wal-Mart, Robeks, and Target

I will admit, I had a busy busy day today. I met up with an old friend at the "W" hotel for tea, went to Wal-Mart for photo service, stopped by Robeks (Rasberry Lemonade), and just took a few moments to read. Now, I'm excited for the night to come and whisk me away.

My current obsessions is: Carrot Lotion...does a body good.






















And I'm currently reading: Chuck Palahniuk's latest, Tell -All...intriguing.

3:00 am Insomniac

I can't sleep. All I can think about is the man who came back into my life while I was too busy pretending not to notice.
Oh mon dieu.

I am working on a little poem:

Tattoos and vintage boots
are all he ever was.
Nothing left but memories
in time and space alone.

It feels so good to be writing again.