Spain - Day 8 - Breadland (11/04/18)

In Breadland nothing matters! This is the AirBNB I am staying at. It is cozy and Gemma/Rafa are great hosts.

Sweet Honey

You’re bad for me

I’ve had so much of you

When one loves they won’t have truth

Sweet dew

Paid often

What do I keep for reference?

I’m in a rut depressive

Obsessed to the sweet honey

I write as time leaves me

Unaware of my sanity

All I want is sweet honey

I’ll make it back

If only to try you again

This foreign feel it expands without love.

In Barcelona first Sunday of the month is basically free museum day! This excludes all the Gaudi shit.

Arc of Malfunction

I write it all out

Every single thing

Every feeling

Every smile

Every time I cry

I write it all out

The only thing I know how to do

My Malfunction

I will never get better

The Arc of my Malfunction

I will never get better

I will die lonely

Write for the long of my life

Then I’ll stab my veins with a pen

Write an opus or two

Spain - Day 5 - I Am Going To The Cemetery (11/01/18)

I Can See You

You’re up in the Blue

It may take 100 or it may take a few

I’ll be next to you

Up in the blue

I could see you

When I get another chance at it

I’ll take it

I probably should stop traveling alone

Had not had a moment to feel this blue

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this true

At a cemetery

On a mountaintop far removed from ache

Watch me watch it go up in flames

Now that I see you

I won’t ever look away

Bava

Stupid, Bava!

I have never met a group of strangers more beautiful

Stupid, Bava!

He’s so stupid

I appreciate the kindness

Agh, Bava!

Thank you for showing me around your new city

He is dumb, but we love him

I met them in line for Bocadillos at Bo de B I recommend them. They invited me to eat with them and they showed me around the boardwalk.

I walked a lot this day from one side of town to the other almost.

I ended up in this college neighborhood, but I only have blurry photographs of my time there.