Dear Diary
Time has sharpened its blade and sliced off a quarter of an entire year.
The past few months have been cruelly cold; I've forgotten that I could still sweat. Till this morning when the sun was coming on strong and left me in glistening sweat during a semi-long walk to my destination.I'd deem this a "sun bath", one I would always remember in the face of colder climates.
Because of the festivities, I have been indulging in a variety of good food - French, Spanish, Chinese, seafood, etc. I love foie gras and chicken pate, but learning of the cruelty imposed upon the poor birds to obtain their intestines for fine food, has prevented me from touching them for a long while. It is also time these sumptuous meals are laid to rest and I open up the lids of my diet protein meal replacements. I should review my Yoga membership as well.
Because of the holidays, I have been having a lot of fun, losing myself in my writings, movies, and other people's writings. Lots of crime stories and shows in order. I must admit - reading too much spy novels could really get one paranoid about being tailed (but in reality I have been tailed a few times indeed) and paranoid if someone talking to you is an undercover or sleuth. Interesting. But still, lying in the strong, warm arms of Escapism and allowing complete seduction, has become a way of life too luxurious, simply losing oneself in a life that does not belong to us. You can be anyone, meet everyone, play any role, get lost anywhere. 'Tis orgasmic and darkly sinful.
I will be travelling again - just unsure if it would be to a place I might shop and feast on raw seafood or a place I might shop and enjoy small teahouses in the hilltops. Both entice me, I need getaways. Mind-blowing sex amidst mindless days that one awakes to azure skies and an air that does not smell remotely familiar.
To end this off, I shall talk about recent episodes I had with holistic healers and so-called modern-day witch doctors... It is notably sad that lately, every profession's foci is on profits, revenues and income. In this pragmatic world we thrive in, is there no escape to placing the dollar sign for every tangible or intangible service rendered? Granted, they need the money to survive; but if, like doctors who care more about billing than their patients' true well-beings, then I classify them in categories not higher than your average mall retailer or street salespeople. Worse, there are people who use the name of the Deities to concoct scams and hoaxes - it makes me wonder if they have no fear of retribution by the higher entities?
I end my entry with that question hanging in the dense, cold air of today. Moonshine, Merlor and Martinis are in order
Serene night cascading over languid dark clouds
Soulful gazes exchanged between the stars caught amidst
There is no room for the Moon to wander
No heights for the Thunder to blow its top
Gentle winds twirl the leaves into merry dancing
As the rain hides behind the boughs holding back tears
‘Tis beauteous, celestial betrayal of a virginal day,
Drunken, on the fires of Winter’s cruellest breaths.
The entire scene makes no sense to my half-closed eyes
Staring through the porch-perched glass of deep red wine
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