martes, 29 de enero de 2013
Greener pastures on the other side of the sidewalk.
sábado, 26 de enero de 2013
It may not make sense, because nothing's written and nothing's forever, but in my dream there's life and love, and, dare I say? Will. There's a will, so there must be a way, somehow. Sooner or later, I'll get that, I'll get that place I know I deserve, that special place where no one else can fit. But maybe by then it's too late. By coincidence or by design.
lunes, 21 de enero de 2013
"You have to be kidding me. Again."
"No kidding. Marry me. I'll say it as many times as I have to."
Stuck in a catch-22, damned if I do, damned if I don't. Would love to say yes. Would love to love him. And maybe I like him, a lot. True friend and ever-present, he can be my platonic would-be, and I can dream all I want, it's fine. The feeling that something's got to give never comes, never the crash, never the fall.
"You're stuck with me for a long while."
Admirable, how he turns my world upside-down, how he makes my frowns become smiles, how unfair this is. Unfair because I'm still learning. He's learning, too. I'd love to kiss his hands, to set the both of us free. And maybe then we can eat cranberries like crazy while road-tripping through Lousiana all the way to the North Pole. We'd make a damn fine couple too.
So maybe I'm not marrying you... yet.
sábado, 12 de enero de 2013
For the time being, a trip to underland and welcoming arms in my dreams.
domingo, 6 de enero de 2013
sábado, 5 de enero de 2013
miércoles, 2 de enero de 2013
martes, 1 de enero de 2013
My family first, family meaning all those close to me that I can't and won't live without, those whose smile light up my days, those whose embrace fends off the dark of my darkest hour.
Then, art. I live off of artistic stimulation. Love, made true through notes, letters, ink, sand and whatever that will make my mind go numb with unadultered beauty. Fragile, aggressive, untouchable. Man-made or nature, for nature is the greatest artist.
So all in all, there is a conclusion to be reached. Love, in all its forms and shapes, is what I live for, what I would fight for, what I am.
What are you?