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no more tears

i think i have run out of tears....dried up. i made it through an entire day without breaking down....the healing process, i suppose.
i want to thank everyone for giving me some space....even if i have been a little rude. i just need some time to myself....
the hardest part is how much i miss him.... i have never known such a deep pain and longing.... i have this mix of feeling dead inside and feeling like my heart is going to explode...and i feel so shut down. i don't want to be talked to, be touched or even step outside the door.
i am still not answering emails or the phone.... in time....
i am sleeping on the pillow we shared, wrapped in the comforter from his bed, but it brings me little comfort when i am not under it in his arms. if he knew how much i would miss him he would not have left....
i want to take our pillow, our comforter and our memories to a deserted island where it is always sunset and the only sound is the tide..... and i want to stay there until it doesn't hurt anymore.
i still have my darkened moments.....no worries... when i wrote that i didn't want to die but i did not want to go on living either.... i think i meant it is because i don't feel like i am living, or will again. i didn't mean to scare those of you who worried i would follow him.... but i can't say there are not times when i wish i could. probably a good thing i don't believe, as someone commented here, that we are with our loved ones after death.....
the Tibetan Book of the Dead has been my only constant as i feel i have this last responsibility....duty to him, each day to get him through bardo. there are times when i just want to say "fuck you, find your own way through...you put yourself there." but then i am overwhelmed with love and compassion for him....and a sense of dying devotion.....40 days left.....
amazing that i will spend more time grieving for him.....guiding him....than i did living with him.....



don't fear death
melissa muses (or maia, you choose)


wandering does not make you a "gypsy."
why would you call yourself
after those who have no home?
long skirts and hoop earrings
do not make you a "gypsy."
why do you call yourself after
those who have no clothes?

"gypsy" is pejorative. please don't perpetuate the stereotype. educate yourself on what it really means to be a "gypsy" in this world.

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Decade of Roma Inclusion

Dženo Association

European Roma Rights Centre

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Roma National Congress

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Rroma Media Network

Soros Roma Initiatives

Studii Romani

The European Union and Roma

The Patrin Webjournal: Romani Culture and History

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