domingo, 11 de septiembre de 2016
jueves, 25 de agosto de 2016
lunes, 15 de agosto de 2016
viernes, 22 de julio de 2016
I was left floating in the air on a smooth cloud of morphine, after you kissed me. I ran dramatically like a crazy person, and rid the bus with a smile, one I couldn't take off of my face during the whole way. There were so many words stuck in my head.. but when you are in front of me, I turn into a bag of nerves and I am incapable of formulating coherent sentences. So I didn't say a coherent phrase when I answered "Me too, I missed you so much I can't explain". We hugged and the smell of your clean pale and always fresh skin, invaded me like a cool but warm mist. I never felt so intensely the presence of someone else. A true connection between two minds can never be denied. I will always choose happiness over interest. That's what I think will guide me to knowledge and a real life experience, the realest of them all. Only love will guide us to secure grounds, and as I said before I love you. Or that's what this trembling knees of mine suggest when I am close to you. Maybe I do, maybe I should follow up this path, I should trust my gut instinct and fight myself to give us a chance. The chance of being happy.
jueves, 21 de abril de 2016
I didn't see you today. I felt emptiness like never before. My heart was reduced to thin powder and I began wondering 'how is he?' 'what is he doing?'. How are you? You might think I am alright, you might think after all this I forgot you. But I don't stop thinking of you, not even one day.
I just want to say that I love you. Yes, I do. I finally said it out loud. Even if I won't allow myself to love you freely, I still feel this tickles inside my head whenever I think of you, and a deep hole inside my heart whenever I see you. It's a huge wound that is wide open, a wound that is slowly driving me to death. I wish it did, but no one dies from loving someone who doesn't love them back. Unfortunately.
I still feel we are the same tone of green, I still feel our colors combine. And I feel this fucking attraction I can't deal with. Some sort of magnetism that emerged between us at the first sight. I wish I could run to you dramatically under the rain and tell you how much I love you, all that I would do for you. I would give anything for a morning in which the sun shone over your face, dying your turquoise soul with golden rays.
But then I go back to reality and I realize how difficult it would be to deal with us everyday. Somehow all the love I felt inside was never enough to change that or even to make it easier.
I just.. I obsess over the thought of having you close to me. That clean smell that surrounds you, like an aura wraping my body when you are around. And that pretty song sounding in the background... your favorite of course.
I tell myself to get over this, to say goodbye, but how? The answer is a deep silence, that fills up with noisy thoughts regarding how much I miss you and how many times I have been on denial of that.
That's how dealing with reality feels like. A hole in your chest that you can feel but you can't fill. A dream you had that never came true. A nightmare you can't wake up from. A path that seems endless to a destiny that is always uncertain. My reality feels like you're missing.
domingo, 17 de abril de 2016
viernes, 15 de abril de 2016
lunes, 11 de abril de 2016
viernes, 1 de abril de 2016
jueves, 10 de marzo de 2016
martes, 1 de marzo de 2016
jueves, 18 de febrero de 2016
miércoles, 17 de febrero de 2016
Who would ever enjoy sadness? But sadness makes poetry. I don't enjoy bleeding. Though, if I bleed poetry I will take the risk. Because I enjoy poetry more than I enjoy happiness, because poetry is eternal when happiness is gone before I end this phrase. And everything is temporary, but poetry.