The afternoon air is comfortably crisp here in Brooklyn. I get to wear my big purple sweater outside on my balcony as I sip my tea but it’s not enough. I should feel comforted but I don’t. I quietly avoid transforming my mess of thoughts into words of hope, regret or even numbness. I tryContinue reading “Song For The Weekend”
I’m holding on to something. I called Odette the other day and she told me about her “something.” Why did it seem so easy for her to tell me? I envy that. When we were growing up, she was always so confident. She had no fears when it came to meeting boys. Sometimes she brokeContinue reading “Detour – By Astrid”
At home this weekend? Home is where your story begins… RADICAL FACE ‘Welcome Home’ from the infantry.
I was walking by an old ice cream shop that night. Its crusty, washed-out character pulled me in. Blindly, I followed the call of nostalgia and ordered a cup of vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles. An older couple sat beside me. Both the man and woman looked to be in their eighties. Oddly, theyContinue reading “Nostalgia – by Astrid”
It’s 9 o’clock at night, Jonathan is in Boston for “business” and I feel energetic. I wish Odette were here. I wish I could tell her about Adam and the park. She must remember him. We used to call him “sweater guy” in college until I got to know him better than everyone else.Continue reading “Tonight – by Astrid”
I feel the warm steam on my face as the door opens. Fall asleep. Look asleep. Don’t breathe like you’re awake. “Hey babe?” he says as he sits at the edge of the bed wrapped loosely in a towel. I say nothing. “I’m sorry about last night.” What? “When you left, I ended up meetingContinue reading “Easy – by Astrid”
“The leaves on the trees are so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” “No, it’s just the whisky,” he murmured, pulling me closer. “No. It’s super amazingly beautiful,” I said looking up into the oaks of McCarren Park, feeling sky high while we lay in the grass. I twisted his hair between myContinue reading “Vision – by: Astrid”