SOLOMAN, Freya M

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full name freya marie soloman date of birth 12.12.90 home town palm springs, california current city new york city education ba in philosophy at columbia university occupation writer for 'time out new york blog', bartender at 'the spot', youtube/cafe folk singer, jack of all trades ________________________________________ well water was wine back on blue mountain time where I watched your loving expire while i lay close to you there is a naive idea that love will save you and love will wash away the bad, it will celebrate your flaws and diminish tragedy. a childish lie egged on by Cinderella and Snow White, that your happy ending is your arm through a man's arm. it's not about the sex, and it's not often about the conversation, it's about the warmth of a body. matt caught me at a moment i thought i needed to be caught. i had recently graduated columbia and was suffering through a series of reoccurring panic attacks. during pre-quarter-life crisis i literally lost fifteen pounds stressing about my next move, i looked like total crap. i didn't have a move, i spent hours on free Starbucks wifi trolling job forums trying to look for something i wanted. i didn't meet matt hunched over my macbook, sipping viciously at a iced cap (i doubt he'd have approached me, i looked like i was carrying a lot of baggage). i was singing Sonny & Cher's "I Got You Babe" with my best friend at a karaoke bar. wasted out of my head on tequila shots when he approached me, asking if i wanted to join his band. i laughed in his face.. he was serious. if there was one good thing that emerged from that relationship it was my love of music. even if all i have to show for it are my calloused finger tips and a youtube page. matt was kind and he filled the cracks for a moment, he treated me well and he was consistent. though there was always something off. like he was too serious, he didn't swear enough, and when i hid behind a corner to jump out at him, he was legitimately cross. that's where it faded. i cancelled the wedding just a few days ago. i had to. it's pathetic, i know it is, it upsets me how pathetic it is.. the fact that it upsets me is also pathetic. i took a few days off work and i don't deserve that at all. he's still going on the honeymoon, i guess that's his right. in every sense of the word, cole is freedom. cole is mountains, and ocean, and open landscapes. cole is closing your eyes and letting your body shape the wind and your ears take in the complete and utter silence. cole is art; poetry, painted masterpieces, and songs that don't wear with radio plays. a run on sentence, a comma slice formed out of habit. like dipping your finger in fresh cream and sucking the sugar from it just to indulge yourself. like leaving that piece of bread in the toaster for a second too long, forming charcoaled edges on the crust. cole's a hangover. dehydrating and exhausting, a guilty pleasure that'll send you to your bed for the day. like spring fever.. runny noses and itchy eyes. he's shin splints and stained white shirts. like a really amazing dish that ends up giving you food poison. bedridden, indulgent, freedom. ________________________________________ SUNDAY brunch shift at the spot. start writing article for time out. MONDAY article for time out due. TUESDAY wine wine wine, alone or with others. WEDNESDAY day shift at the spot. open mic at jasper's. THURSDAY practice with matt. closing at the spot. FRIDAY recover from previous night. closing at the spot. SATURDAY same as above. as the laces on the shoe and that's when i knew we were hard-wired ________________________________________ your name play-by member group