The last time I left my heart to someone else’s devices, it was divisive. Split in two, right down the middle, in a painful, pristine pink line, I left my inner child, bleeding out, on a beach, atop a mountain. I smoked, making circles out of the car window, as I watched the waves turning…

Last night, I was waiting in the lobby of a hotel, for something that wouldn’t end well, because I’m just the kind of girl that constructs self destructive destinies, and lives them out in full fantasy and glamour. Helping myself to a herbal cigarette, like I used to smoke when I was broke, I am…