This is what I would do if I were home right now.
(After I have fulfilled my duties as long-lost friend, daughter, and sibling, of course.)
I would stuff a handful of moneys in my bikini and kayak my ass to a little hammock under a tree looking out into natural gorgeousness on a little Indonesian island, sustain myself with fresh caught fish and stingray that I spear with a sharpened wooden stick a la Bear Grylls, use my moneys to purchase a large bottle of water (hydration is key in these parts of the world) and a larger bottle of Gewurztraminer, and get a nice, reasonable tan while shutting myself away from the rest of the world and thinking lovely thoughts of love joy peace and bunnies and cupcakes and steamed broccoli (mmm) and contemporary art and yellow primroses and purple irises and breeeeeeaaaaathe my very best ujjayi (ocean) breath and then let go of all the uglies in my mind, in my heart, in my life.
And then I might take the ferry back home.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett