“Let There Be Love”

There once was a young man who always wished for love. Although, whenever he got what he wished for; he would always seem to push it away. And whenever he didn’t have it; he’d strive for it and thirst for it... it pumped in his veins. One day, the young man ventured to the beautiful city of London, his hometown, as a way to get away from all the dramas of his life. He was amazed by the beauty of the town, by the sincerity of the people and how welcome he felt. He met a man who worked at the hotel he stayed at, and he fell in love. Not to mention, he has a boyfriend back in NYC who’s waiting for him like a puppy; who’s all alone in the house waiting for his owner to come back. And that’s when it happened, when all things stable in his life were fucked with by the art of wanting things too much too soon. The young man was me. I decided to go to London as somewhat of a vacation but in turn; it turned into a disaster. It seems as though whenever I’m available, in terms of a Relationship Possibility, I don’t seem to get across that bridge. But when I’m not available, meaning I’m in a relationship, possibilities fly at me from left and right, and corner me. His name was Tygh; a very good-looking Londoner whose never-ending charm and sincerity won my heart. To make this long story short; I left London with a broken heart and came back to NYC, to my boyfriend, in hopes that he could put the pieces of this broken heart back in its place. Sometimes I wonder why everyone’s karmic destiny is to be pulled off of the rug under us. We yearn for a relationship when we want/need it, and for some odd reason --- we can’t attain it. But when we’re in a relationship and happy; the haunting disadvantages of our past misshapenness seems to hunt us down and shit on us whenever we’re happy. At first, I thought it could only happen in the form of an ex boyfriend. But now I realize that you really SHOULD be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it ---- right up the ass. I wonder.......... should we just fuck off?

“Success and the City”

A few months ago, I decided to take a trip to London. The only problem was; I couldn’t decide when would be a good time to go. So, two days ago; I took the plunge. I got off my ass and bought a ticket for the next flight to London. The flight was somewhat long but it was re-assuring to know that I was unofficially taking a vacation. On the way to the airport, I traveled across several bridges and I got to thinking. They say that as you grow older, you create this metaphorically symbiotic “bridge” that reflects on your success; how you’ve grown, what you’ve grown into, and how successful you’ve become. What really makes me wonder is; cars travel back and forth across bridges... what’s going to stop us from going back? At one point, I even came to the conclusion that in terms of success; we build these “bridges” as a crossing or path to our success. But our success isn’t necessarily original considering someone else achieved the same thing(s) we did before us. So, how do we ever know if that’s our bridge? Or if it’ll take us home? They also say that there’s a fine line between loneliness and happiness. Whether that line reflects on the act of being in a relationship, or whether it is based on counting and relying on yourself; prior to being in a relationship; to chase after your dreams and goals. Seemingly, there’s a fine line between everything. There are bridges, sidewalks, boundaries, and even those painted line in the streets that prevent cars from intersecting each other’s paths and crashing. It makes me wonder.... where’s the painted lines that prevent us from infiltrating someone else’s path?