Dear Life-

The past months have been a roller-coaster of emotional craziness. What else did I expect? I claim that Im the leader of the "crazies" right? I followed my heart back to 9th grade and I got on a plane to Las Vegas to meet my long lost (Libra)friend and I did the unthinkable to get there. And I was ever so disappointed. Why pretend? After a weekend in sin city, I packed up my things, got in his car and into the sunset we drove towards my ride (Silver Wings). The car ride will forever live in my memory: Pay-phone by Maroone 5 played and I couldn't help but think how the irony of my life was so well portrayed. He dropped me off and we said goodbye also by Maroon 5 and that was the last time I spoke to him. I came back to Miami, to meet my fabulous editor (Libra) whom I started to date. My book release was fast approaching and despite the infamous Groover cloud over my head my party was fantastic minus my not anymore so fabulous editor. Throughout this interesting mixture of sunny days with a slim percentage of #him (Cancer) I held my head high wondered about new hellos and dreaded the goodbyes. I could hear the new year ringing closely, and it came fast and loud alongside my girls and closest friends and still not so convincing Libra who made his cameo amidst our end. January was interesting to say the very least. The new hellos were fun and free the Groover cloud ever so beast. Along came my pretend prince charming, clever and helpful and a little disarming. He made me a believer of all his interesting facts. The distance of the moon , the irrelevance of cats. He was so high on the biology of life and lets not forget to mention his lovely wife. February-April Were all so make pretend. Still not so sure how the happily ever after ends or does it? How can it be ever after if it ends? I still don't get that part. So lets continue shall we? May, June and July- Its very obvious now, you lied! Yes you- time, life, my journey, my expectations. I raised the bar and you now have 5 months till redemption- December, make yourself extraordinary. I want the fairytale, before January! xoxo, Photogirl. PS FUCK YOU WRITERS BLOCK, I WIN. lol :)

The love you feel.

When I was 28, I got up for work and I really didn't have that much ambition. I was content and I didn't dwell on much. Didn't worry about my journey wasn't concerned about my mission; when I was 28. Then I met you and my life became a series of questions, suggestions, rejections- objections. You made me feel lifted. Fuck you writers block. I had it. I fucking had it. But I couldn't find the right song to keep my inspiration. I got lost in Texas.