My life has become a modern tragicomedy these days. Fortunately I'm following the plot and occasionally laughing.
A few months ago I sailed back to Gigante on a whim about a girl.
I was a hopeless case when I first swam ashore here.
They nicknamed me "Shipwreck".
They took me in.
For a while there it all seemed too good to be true...
New Love.
New Life.
New Job.
New Dreams.
A Roof Over My Head.
Steady Sex.
and
Food In My Stomach.
All these gifts stemmed from the same source. One woman handed this drifting derelict a ready-made existence.
After being given so much, it's no wonder I fell so hard.
Thanks again, Beautiful.
Now, I'm still offered everything but the Love.
People ask me how I'm doing. I reply, "I can't complain."
My only real dilemma is that in a town of 200 where Lost Love is your Boss there's no way, short of Exodus, of achieving distance.
I see the woman I desire but can't have countless times daily.
The funny thing is after a year of travel, a year of utter uncertainty, I can't muster the gumption to go anywhere.
I've convinced myself that this is a good learning experience. I've convinced myself that love is a luxury few people can afford to give.
Nevertheless, lately I've been treading water with a cannonball in my chest.
Fortunately I'm strong and the effort feels good. I know I won't drown.
I was a hopeless case when I first swam ashore here.
They nicknamed me "Shipwreck".
They took me in.
For a while there it all seemed too good to be true...
New Love.
New Life.
New Job.
New Dreams.
A Roof Over My Head.
Steady Sex.
and
Food In My Stomach.
All these gifts stemmed from the same source. One woman handed this drifting derelict a ready-made existence.
After being given so much, it's no wonder I fell so hard.
Thanks again, Beautiful.
Now, I'm still offered everything but the Love.
People ask me how I'm doing. I reply, "I can't complain."
My only real dilemma is that in a town of 200 where Lost Love is your Boss there's no way, short of Exodus, of achieving distance.
I see the woman I desire but can't have countless times daily.
The funny thing is after a year of travel, a year of utter uncertainty, I can't muster the gumption to go anywhere.
I've convinced myself that this is a good learning experience. I've convinced myself that love is a luxury few people can afford to give.
Nevertheless, lately I've been treading water with a cannonball in my chest.
Fortunately I'm strong and the effort feels good. I know I won't drown.
As I kick and squirm and gasp for breath I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of my situation.
The laughter jars loose the cannonball and I muster a few strokes towards a not too distant shore.
I don't get too far, however, until the cannons roar and I take another one square in the heart.
C'est la vie. Bienvenidos.
Max