paris, you're next, thailand, you're up.

so the rumor's are true. i've said i was getting away from this place and i am.

i still love you LA, but i'm leaving you for a month and going to bangkok, mumbai, mauritania all by myself to shoot this film.

so long, so long.

fly me to the moooooonnnnnn

so i think i decided that i am going to start writing my book now.

it's about love (of course). it's vignettes of people in my life that i loved but didn't or couldn't tell...so i'm somehow telling it in here

telling them in someway or somehow that i do...love them.

thailand, india, africa

Three continents. Four weeks.

I'm doing a documentary film about urban poverty. Thanks everyone @ Servant Partners for making this happen.

maybe we're only meant for each other in hot weather

only the summers
only the days that are short
only the days when we both have to go
only the days when we can't afford to be with one another

i only pretend that i forget
but it's like you're ever present and never left

and somehow in unseen dreams and powers
you know that i really cared

one day we'll meet
and one day i'll say it.

this one's for you.

he calls her sweetheart and sings to her everynight

makes me want to puke, but it's also kind of sweet.

he told the heckler to shut the fuck up and hugged her congratulations.

it scared me, but then it made me admire him.

he calls me 'girl' and buys me burgers, and tells me his love stories.

he stops his act and told me he doesn't want to be that anymore. i'm the only one who knows.

he asks me to meet again to reconnect and i never show up. but i think about it time to time even now.

i pretended to sleep that day in the car because i was afraid you'd read me. and you did but i denied it. i made you unsure.

i heard you're leaving the country. but i say we'll run into each other again. because i believe the forces of hearts and missing.

thank you

for inspiring me tonight.