Angus + Julia Stone.

Love Reincarnate.

And in an instant, everything changed.

Unsure of why, I turned away; fighting the urge to stare deep into his eyes. 

How can this connection exist between strangers?

The room spun around us; time stood still. I’d found him.

Exchanging glances throughout the night, we sipped cocktails, gazing out over all of Manhattan's glory. Spectacular.

Relief swept over my entire being; like I’d found this puzzle piece, I hadn't known was missing.

Making our exit, and conveniently 86’ing Crazy Pants (insert long-story HERE)), we hailed a cab to The Greenwich Hotel.

Sinking slowly into the stiff leather of the taxi, I envisioned us back at the Boom Boom Room. Leading him to the bathrooms of glass and granite, I'd press my lips to his, parting them with my tongue; we'd get lost in every kiss, long lost souls together again.

I’d found that missing piece... Let’s call him, The Poet.

Wrinkled.

my chest tightens; the wind is gone.
everything is still.

time moves past, drifting softly through me;
i feel nothing while observing everything.
emptiness consumes me;

staring deeply into the unknown waiting for something, someone, to jar me back to into this life.

this is real, this wrinkle. it effects me like nothing before.

And so i sit... in silence, overwhelmed with the unknown, the past, the future.
such small moments, such extensive impact.

A Fine Line.

Slow and torturous, I get lost with each word. Inhaling deeply they expand my mind, my heart, my soul.

In another time, a life we are no longer living, yet we're feeling more deeply with each passing day.

Time stands still and in this moment, this very moment, we'll find peace, love, hope and desire.

Your touch soothes my soul, setting fire to the dwindling flame that fights to exist within me.

Our breath threatens to extinguish the flame; our passions fight to keep it burning. Nothing can save us and in reality, is this something worth saving?

Be real. Be truth. Be strong.

Truth Time.

Falling down the rabbit hole is a rush. Walls zoomed past as I saw him; I couldn't think or speak... and I most certainly could not look him in the eye.

From that moment when we'd met, it was something I'd never felt; as if I'd known him my entire life. He could see through the bull shit, into my very core. Undeniable was the electricity and energy that flowed between us.

He put me in a taxi at the end of the night; I knew it would not be the last time I saw him. 

Next time, I wouldn't be going home alone. And I didn't.

The problem with the rabbit hole? It's easy to get in and nearly impossible to make it back out. 

One Hot Second

photo courtesy of: Wendy Bevan

Work, friends, secret identities... and men; the usual suspects created a barrier that I couldn't seem to break. Before I realized, New York Fashion Week was over. The magazine editors, accompanied by far too many members of the blogosphere, threw back tiny glass-bottles of Russian vodka, while en route to London Town. Winter in the city seemed never-ending and yet somehow, felt like it had flown by.

The 'modern woman' I am most certainly not. How anyone is able to successfully manage both their work and personal life boggles the mind. Busy with a hundred-million projects, my life seemed to slip through the cracks. With 18-hour days prepping for shoots, shows and whatever else, there was little desire or energy to make it out for a nightcap, let alone anything else I was desiring, including sex.

Working weeks without a break, I'd spend my one day off sleeping more consecutive hours than imaginable. This was not the life I was used to living and these were most certainly not the days of tanning poolside at the Thompson; laptop open with an iced coffee and/or cocktail in hand.

What's a 'Chloe' to do...?

Headspins.

Enough to do your head in.