Chinatown Transcendence / 2 Years of The Daily Tutli-Putli

Pictures by John A. Stevens

https://www.facebook.com/john.a.stevens.14

I’m not sure when or where it all started anymore. Maybe tonight is not as much about celebrating anything, but about acknowledging death. I have forgotten how to live. I am still surrounded by clothes. There’s this death that’s constantly promising a future not worth remembering. I wish I were prettier, smarter and stronger. I wish I were extraordinary, passionate. I wish I were a mother or a wife. I wish I had a definite role to play in my own life. I wish it would not end with death and beer, each and every night. I miss wine, vodka and smoking inside. I wish Romania were living in New York. I wish Romania were living and breathing next to my skin, tucked inside my chest: my many naked, crooked chests. I wish my friends still loved me in a manner I have never loved them back. I wish my ex-lovers remembered me as the most beautiful and intriguing being in the world. I w…

If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s