CARRIE J. DAILY

Ray-Ban Sunglasses

“What are you grieving about?” She asked. I thought long and hard about it. “Hello?” “Yes?” “Is it so hard to love me?” “Not at all.” “Then what is it? Why must you always make me feel like I’m talking to a god damn wall?” I got up from my chair and reached over for a kiss. The nonsense talking can be quite mindless, I thought. We ask these questions that we can answer for ourselves and yet. “Now why do you go on doing that?” “Would you rather I not?” “No. It’s not that. It’s just... forget it. When you kiss me like that I realize how important you are to me.” “That’s the point so don’t go asking me these silly things.” “I’m serious.” “My grief, you ask? I suppose it’s all the love I could not give.” “Okay. I’m saying I’m right here, you big idiot.” “I don’t think you understand. I’ve spent so much of my time waiting but they never came back. All that unspent love starts to hurt. It fills your heart up at first—too much even—and gradually you’ve got all this love with no where to go.” She grew quiet. Then I watched her lit a cigarette. She inhaled deeply as if it were all the problems in the world and then softly let it all go. “I truly don’t understand,” she said with the cigarette hanging off her mouth. I toss the cigarette and kiss her again. “You can’t keep doing this each—“ I kiss her until we are both satisfied and a slight moan trembles from her pretty mouth. (at Turkish Coffee Shop)

In bed trying not to pick at my calloused palm so I’ve decided to let my thumbs and thoughts dance with each other on this screen. These days keep me from coffee and words; my work eats most of my time and what’s left of my free time is given to new relationships. I suppose I do it to circumvent the loneliness, but I’m learning a lot. Everyday is an adventure. I’m finding that what used to excite me no longer feed my soul. That’s an important part of growth. In any case, I’m yearning to go to #Peru this summer. Who wants to go? (at Machu Picchu, Cusco, Perú)

Except for the fact that the war was still going on, it was a perfect morning.

Like every year, here it is in 4:30

Sipping tea in a fuckin robe #mood

🔂

—Martha Washington

spent the day in san francisco over coffee and words.

Quick read. Heartfelt words.

—Marcus Aurelius

Epictetus