I got to Santa Fe last night. I think my phone has gone into a coma of some sort, Ace finally figured out what I ment when I said I was goin back home for a few days to sort shit out. He's been blowing up my phone for the last few hours. Since I figured i'd be takeing stuff back with me, I made sure to clean out my truck this morning. Gave it a good vacume, even went through the glove box. Kinda wishing I hadn't done that.
I found a CD that Artemus had worked with Ace to make for me. Fooling around mostly...but songs he knew I liked, song's that ment something to us, or that he knew would make me smile. The first song..."Don't Cry"...I remember I found that one on my ipod when he disapeared to Egypt, and Ash and Nadia went to rescue him. Bring him back. I remember listening to it over and over again. Wondering if they'd bring him back in one peice, and if they didn't, what I was gonna tell Mari...
There's a new song on the CD. One i hadn't heard before. Well there's alot i hadn't heard before. Don't Cry is there. Along with Bells of Freedom. But now Sacrafice, and a few others. I don't remember putting this CD in here. Ace had to have done it. Why is beyond me though. There were a few pictures inside the cd case.
He used to come down, to the basement studio of our old house in Detroit. He liked to listen as we worked, and recorded. Heh...used to hate when he'd wear that shirt out in public...
So moody sometimes. Every once in awhile, he'd get so lost in thought...
This has to be one of my favorite pictures....God I miss him...I can't even begin to discribe how badly I miss him. It's been 8 years since I've actually seen him face to face. Touched him. smelled that scent of heavy rain, carried on the wind. Comforting and intoxicating.
When he left detroit, and sent me on my way to Hawaii, to what he decided was a safe place, he'd been headed to Venice, looking for Mari. Emails, and phonecalls got us through those first few months. From there, he said he was going on to Prague, then Israel. Athens. He said he had some kind of lead that was going to take him to Afghanistan...and if that didn't pan out, he'd go to the Unseelie court itself....He'd been in Afghanistan about two weeks, when I stopped hearing from him. I left emails for him. Letting him know that Hawaii ended up not being quite so safe, and I was leaving. Headed to London with Ace. Still nothing...
After four years of no contact. Of not hearing anything. Not knowing if he's still alive. Of hoping he is....and terrified that he's not. I'm not sure which would be worse. That he is alive and staying away from me...or that he's gone...and there's no chance I'll ever see him again...
Being back here is makeing me moody...I don't like being back in New Mexico. Don't like being in Santa Fe even more. If they find out I'm here....Well hopefully I can be gone before that happens. Looks like Ihave plenty to think about while i'm working, and for the drive home. I need to focus on what i"m doing. I can't think about Art right now...Not if I want to make sure I get out of Santa Fe without Ethan's people knowing I"m here.
I"m going to bed. Maybe a good nights rest will help....
He used to come down, to the basement studio of our old house in Detroit. He liked to listen as we worked, and recorded. Heh...used to hate when he'd wear that shirt out in public...
So moody sometimes. Every once in awhile, he'd get so lost in thought...
This has to be one of my favorite pictures....God I miss him...I can't even begin to discribe how badly I miss him. It's been 8 years since I've actually seen him face to face. Touched him. smelled that scent of heavy rain, carried on the wind. Comforting and intoxicating. 
