there was a day, when all bones in my body broke.
that day i made myself a promise, that i will not be.

will not be a consort to someone, even if it holds the title.
will not trust anyone and always think the worst outcome first.
will not judge, because who ain`t got flaws and little triads within?

a couple of weeks before my 28th birthday,
i walk around my mansion in my favorite shanghai vs robe,
looking for a jack daniels glass, topped with a frozen cola.
fedex with my new Prada shoes is late and my travel agent
just bending over backwards to hold my Bali tickets to the date.

i might say, it did work for me.
but there are just so many stories, where it does not.

cuentale, ma cuentale,
que solo conmigo tu te sientes mujer.

you always get me, love.
you just always do.

this month inside joke:
[argh, i might lose a finger over it. the blood just ain`t stop flooding.]
[love, you know, that you don`t need that finger to be yourself, nah?]

indeed, i don`t.
i am my own queen.

(my guys always present something like,
[you should make your body more of an AV standard, loose another nnn lbs!])
and i just think, i will likely put myself under a knife for a couple other times, ok,
but i will never try to cease my scars. scars are a proof, that you made your fight.

we all love warriors here.
we love the one, who can fight his part.

i do.