There is an empty space where all good that goes in is consumed and vanished, never to be found. This space gets deeper in deeper with time, black-holing it’s permanent presence, consuming joys and distractions and trading them for even more empty space. It’s starving, and there appears to be no satiating it’s famine. There is … More The Infinite Sadness
July 21st, 2015 It might be the wine, it might be the rain, the lightning, the thunder, the ancient architecture surrounding this city… it might be everything and it might be nothing at all. I wish I could say it was myself alone who has grown to not care, I wish I could say it’s … More Under the Influence Post #2
No quiero. No lo acepto. Nunca quise. No lo haré. No me dejaré. No lo creo.
Ingredients: 4 cups of Tears 15 mins. of Quiet Sobs 2 tbsp of Slight Shaking 3/4 cups of Sadness 3/4 cups of Emotional Stress 3 tsp of Frustration 1 Broken Heart The full list of ingredients from the recipe of your choice (personally, I like to make chocolate chip cookies)
Pets. Some of us have one, or two, or three, and some of us don’t have any at all. In any case we adore them, we spoil them and we take them everywhere with us when we can. However when taking a trip many kilometers away from home and for more than just the weekend, … More That One Time I left My Cat at my Mom’s
5:20 PM, miércoles. Este es un parque de espera, todos esperamos. A personas o a el tiempo, todos esperamos a que alguien llegue o que pase el tiempo. Nadie viene con propósito o con esperanza de lograr algo. Nadie se levantó pensando en venir aquí para disfrutar de su existencia. Nadie se imagino hoy que en … More El Parque
Circa 2012 It is a gift, a fruit, A fruit in the desert. Sweet, soft, juicy and vivid. And for only those moments, mine. As dew dropped petals touch dew dropped petals; and soft velvet forces draw soft velvet forces… Me, myself and I can only surrender, surrender to the heavenly grace, who’s ghost haunts … More The Privilege