So Good To Be Back

God always tells you what to do and what you mustn’t do, the devil just asks ‘what do you want?’. Now, who are you gonna choose?

I feel like painting. It’s a long way back from where the living dead rule. Like the day I stopped blogging and started writing again. It’s all coming back.

Blue, for no reason, and I am thinking: ‘yes, you can go your own way’. Life can be beautiful. Life can be easy.

A few hours earlier

I woke up at 5.45 a.m. I had a cheap beer and a smoke and started writing fiction.

Back to now

Back to myself. This month has been so hard. Next month is gonna be so easy, a walk in the park.

The problem is that I know I survive anything. I am like a woman who knows she’s beautiful, a walking disaster, for good and for bad.

“Where can I buy a canvass?” I texted my Portuguese girlfriend. She’s awesome. “By the way, do you wanna see me today?”