01-10-02 - 12:34 p.m.
demons today, too numerous to name. i have weapons. bruce; city of ruins on repeat. vodka. a pale pink stone in a blue velvet bag, engraved with the word of the day; acceptance.
i accept the fact that tomorrow he returns to real life. balanced meals. grandchildren. jigsaw puzzles. perfunctory sex.
i accept the fact that after 48 years, he belongs there. they are two old friends, weathered by routine and the milestones of marriage, destined to live out their days together.
i accept the fact that he and i are two old souls, destined to finish whatever was left undone in a past existence.
my cell phone is off.
he'll be pissed.