Opium

23/10/2013 at 12:31 (Personal, Writing) (Blue rose, connotation, Love, Love (something like it) death, nostalgia, One for Sorrow, perspective, relationships)

A blog entry that hit me hard in the heart, as all the best ones do. My affair with Pathos goes back a long way, to a daydream-childhood filled with crushes, into adulthood wherein my frustrated mother forever rags on about me finding The One.
What if I want fantasy? What if I prefer heartache; the fever of anticipation, as opposed to the darkness of reality, dreams met and turned sour?
And then again…frustration often has teeth.
This entry summed it up far better than I could.

Gunmetal Geisha

Give me unrequited love over requited apathy any day.

                                                                                                                                                       
≈ Her Point of View ≈

I once had a little burgundy room that required seven coats of the color when I painted the walls. On the floor lay deep red hand-woven rugs, silk purple cushions and Moroccan tables. I called it the Opium Room. In it, my writing desk sat between two windows that overlooked a heart-tugging Tuscan setting in the Hollywood Hills.

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