The light bulb in the common room is burnt out, so I write in the grey morning with closed drapes designed to keep in the cold mornings and keep out the warm afternoon. This old house will be a boiling stuffed up sauna by the afternoon.
I think I feel in love too quickly, Some say it is a bad thing and others do not. Her name is Camden, New Jersey. Just a small town people pass through, and is considered one of the poorest in the country. I think I like her happiness in the midst of brokenness, and her freedom in the midst of oppression. I find it quite sexy.
But I also feel a great sense of loss. I cannot give her what she needs. All I can do is throw myself at her-giving myself. Every morning I awake broken by a new day. Last night I saw a resturaunt called The Garden of Eden. It gave me hope in the midst of despair.