Smile Hotel Hachinohe
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Then again...as I am only back for two weeks who cares. And as a postman the size of his package is all I am interested in at the moment.
An hour later when I am stalking my crush I am asked on a date. I immediately close the computer and my heart skips a beat. You see. For about six months I have been in love with my best friend. And after trying to cure my ailment with a lot of drunken nights out, shagging skinny models ...
... made from stars that crosses the sky, separates these lovers, and they are allowed to meet only once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month of the lunisolar calendar. The celebration is held at night, once the stars come out.
"I was watching the Oscars last night...you look like Nicole Kidman."
I beam automatically at this rare and generous compliment. A warm feeling floods through my bones.
"Yeah.....fat Nicole Kidman!" My roomate interjects.
My bubble is burst. She laughs unself-conciously, staring at the picture of the beautiful actress on the iphone before her,
"Babe, you should lose weight..."
... me appreciate him even more.)
Three years later, however, and I find myself on an extreme diet, researching whether bot-ox can prevent wrinkles, and feeling guilty about consuming a full English Breakfast.
I have completely regressed from any spiritual learning and personal enlightenment that three years in India should have taught me. (As well as a three year philosophy degree).
What happened to me? Am I just feeling ...
I feel the ghosts of ex-lovers burning in the wind.
Oh where is my Tokyo spring?
Skeletons in the closet, baggage in the dark,
the cries of weeping angels, are tearing me apart.
Love that turns and runs its red river dry, beating down I
croak, I choke, I cry.
I feel the ghosts of ex-lovers ...