Now I'm completely aware of the fact I haven't posted a decent blog of late, and for that I apologise. There's not much I can say about my holiday, save for the fact it was awesome.
But...being the idiot that I am (that sound? oh that's just me slapping my forehead) I still let some emo in. For almost six years I was cocooned in a relationship of just two people - without friends and whatever. Now, I never want to go back to that, but it does foster a particular sort of closeness.
And now that I'm alone, I'm not always great at handling the loss of that closeness. Its not a closeness with Lucy that I miss (i don't miss that at all now) - more the general concept of it.
In Rome I longed to wake up with someone beside me, appear in out of focus photos with - chat shit on the balcony with until the sun came up again.
Back in this joke of a bedroom, the loneliness is somehow more acute, perhaps because being with my parents feels like a regression. And, to grasp the concept of closeness back, i need to be living a more independent life.
I long intimacy. I long to feel my stomach inflating and deflating against the soft skin of another's back while we sleep. I long to feel the brush of a cheek on mine...
God, I'm dull. On the upside (and belatedly) I have discovered M.I.A
But...being the idiot that I am (that sound? oh that's just me slapping my forehead) I still let some emo in. For almost six years I was cocooned in a relationship of just two people - without friends and whatever. Now, I never want to go back to that, but it does foster a particular sort of closeness.
And now that I'm alone, I'm not always great at handling the loss of that closeness. Its not a closeness with Lucy that I miss (i don't miss that at all now) - more the general concept of it.
In Rome I longed to wake up with someone beside me, appear in out of focus photos with - chat shit on the balcony with until the sun came up again.
Back in this joke of a bedroom, the loneliness is somehow more acute, perhaps because being with my parents feels like a regression. And, to grasp the concept of closeness back, i need to be living a more independent life.
I long intimacy. I long to feel my stomach inflating and deflating against the soft skin of another's back while we sleep. I long to feel the brush of a cheek on mine...
God, I'm dull. On the upside (and belatedly) I have discovered M.I.A




