Arrival

In the shape of things to come I can't help myself slur this awkward lines to say in a language stranger to mine how I feel like I’m in a position in which hail mary after hail mary it seems I fail and wake up to re live it the very next day like it's groundhog day.

My grammar might be off, but so as my mind running through this cheap but effective bottle of booze that carries me all the way into the night. Some say write what you know, but what if I'm not sure of what I know anymore?

I used to think myself as a romantic, not only a romantic love type of romantic but more like a life-as-a-whole type deal, the think positive, think like everything is bigger than it really is, like we are not as small to the universe as we really are.

I don't want to change that, I don't want to give up my view on life, on love, on people but sometimes it feels like I don't have a choice, but I'll make it anyway. I will make my own path through my actions, my words, my thoughts and my love.

Now with the sun about to rise, I'll finish by sharing a mistake I made a few years back, I have this painting that quotes a film and it kind of goes like this: "I know who you are. I love you. I love everything about you that hurts". I used to think that this was about someone admitting its helplessness of loving someone that is so wrong for them, with empathy of the pain they share but do not necessarily stream together, and it still might be about that, but I kind of turned it on itself and now see that the line is about oneself, and how we're supposed to know ourselves, and because of it, and even though we know everything we do that hurts us, we must love everything about it, and when we reminisce see that we wouldn't change a thing.


When I die, that is when I'll stop fighting for what I believe in, and tonight I fight for you... life.

Atlanta

Vamos a jugar a no mojarnos, vamos a jugar a no voltear, a hacer las cosas diferente para obtener resultados diferentes; vamos a mentirnos sin hablar, vamos a creernos sin dudar, vamos al mar.

Los encuentros intrínsecos de dos entes diferentes pero tan iguales no pueden ser resumidos entre un par de tragos, un cigarro y drama ajeno, son mas que la casualidad y el mal que trae el temporal, es una suspensión en el tiempo de todo lo que podría ser y no es. Es como la canción 23 de Jimmy Eat World que dice: I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready.

No se puede esperar al momento perfecto porque todos son perfectos, no quiero saber el final porque el final es lo único que tengo.