Divine Drumist

I am furious.  Underneath these realities, I am hurt.  I can’t believe how started I am by the whole conversation.  Distancing myself, I am taking a real look at my frame of mind and where these feelings are coming from. It wasn’t until I was chatting over a glass of virgin mojito with my sister Ado at News Café Sarit that I had a real breakthrough.  She’s asking why it bothers me so much, asking me what word I would use to describe this darling affair, and flying out of my mouth is a word that’s coming from the dark corners of my subconscious mind – BETRAYAL! “Betrayal,” I repeat in a murmur –…