Slap-kiss me

Sometimes I just want to slap you hard!

He said with a smile before he leant down and kissed me.

I was complaining about being emotionally stressed out, showing my friend around the beaches and bars of Cape Town, feeling the pressure to show her a good time while battling my own need to just sit and write all day.

What a spoilt kid I am!

But this is what I do, whether I am on vacation or working 50 hours a week.

I try to put words to my experiences and my feelings.

I write, even when it doesn’t make sense.

Especially when it doesn’t make sense.

My life doesn’t make sense unless I write!

And the events of the last weeks are piling up like unfinished pages inside of me…

Me and Malin drinking cocktails in fancy bars. Hiking mountains. Watching sunsets.

Taking taxis. Sometimes in different directions. To the comfort of his arms.

The loss of an old friend. The lack of words. The unspoken.

I will have plenty of time to write once I’m home, which is in only a few days.

Until then. Please bear with me.

And my childish ways.