Like most of the country, or those with souls, I am heartbroken with the amount of violence and terror that is rampaging in this world. It comes without warning, its wake is tears - but as long as it's far away it's just a sad, sad story.
We're all made of flesh and blood, why should others be treated differently? Why does it matter who you love. Love is love.
Loss of words.
I wanted to post about the amazing hike I had today, and I still will. Moving on with life and not letting the fear and retaliated anger pollute and mar my mind is my response to the hate.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Monday, June 06, 2016
A.M. bien
It was the wrong time we met and fell for each other. But it seemed okay despite all the wrong staring at us. It was only for a moment that we shared the universe and slept in the stars and floated on clouds. Then quickly it was over. Real life shook it's head at us. Then you started to wander into your past. I still held on to that same star-lit night when we were up in the stars. I should leave. But I have a firm grip on hope. Though that hope as let go of it's grip on me.
There was no interaction. He wasn't here. He was here, but still only wanted to talk to him. I thought we could spend some time together. He never really did much for me anyway. This is usual I guess.
The smoke in the road has hidden all his tracks. It's over. It's over. Where are you going now friend? Why is it dark around here. Why must I bleed to catch your attention? Believe that I am bleeding. But you're still lost in the smoke in the road.
A recurring theme would be disappointment. You wouldn't have done, you couldn't have done. This thing that defines the rest. I hope you find your way. And it won't get any higher, but just boils down to what you did then.
Hoy, al viejo cuento se rompo. No se si puedo oyer ni escribir. no fui capaz, me perdà en mi misma. siguiendo tu diablo azul y fiel. otras cosas que veo.
Well here she comes. acting like she needs all this attention only to pull a knife out and slit my throat. what a thief of hearts. you'll be sorry. little miss think she can have what she wants in the blink of an eye. Turn your back and she's off with your guy.
be careful with my heart. don't take me for granted. things may change. I go insane, and play your fool. I'll never be the same with you gone. cuidado, me siento algo desnudo. be careful and don't take my love for granted. I'm insane. I'm your fool and you play me like your fool. I try to just understand from the dark you have kept me in. I tried to reach out to you. take your head in my hands, kiss your eyes and sing you to sleep. the voice of an angel. here is my heart, please to keep it.
every fault. every impression. every detail, everything under control. every truth, every approximation. every scene under supervision. The casualty is putting a guise of a butterfly that will fly away and leave us bare in the sun. You can't even imagine how I would have been, if you'd have just waited 1 second longer with you love. my gestures and voice, my kisses, they are gone. The butterfly has flown away again. it's effect has come to look for reality. I just can only write hoping to not be heard again.
He didn't come again. I was waiting at the bar near some new aquantences. I was hoping to have just a moment with him. There were words about some grand meeting. I wouldn't have to renounce any glories. but the night aged on, and the bar grew quiet. and I haven't learned anything. just tears and sadness in my looks I give to the moon and stars. the song isn't sung and I don't have the desires to even try anymore. So I leave without even saying good bye.
You're a little late. I'm already torn. I see now what is here and no longer the holy light. you want to move on with out me. so many things I can't process but I see them now. They are here in my face. Illusion is all it was. never anything real.
There was no interaction. He wasn't here. He was here, but still only wanted to talk to him. I thought we could spend some time together. He never really did much for me anyway. This is usual I guess.
The smoke in the road has hidden all his tracks. It's over. It's over. Where are you going now friend? Why is it dark around here. Why must I bleed to catch your attention? Believe that I am bleeding. But you're still lost in the smoke in the road.
A recurring theme would be disappointment. You wouldn't have done, you couldn't have done. This thing that defines the rest. I hope you find your way. And it won't get any higher, but just boils down to what you did then.
Hoy, al viejo cuento se rompo. No se si puedo oyer ni escribir. no fui capaz, me perdà en mi misma. siguiendo tu diablo azul y fiel. otras cosas que veo.
Well here she comes. acting like she needs all this attention only to pull a knife out and slit my throat. what a thief of hearts. you'll be sorry. little miss think she can have what she wants in the blink of an eye. Turn your back and she's off with your guy.
be careful with my heart. don't take me for granted. things may change. I go insane, and play your fool. I'll never be the same with you gone. cuidado, me siento algo desnudo. be careful and don't take my love for granted. I'm insane. I'm your fool and you play me like your fool. I try to just understand from the dark you have kept me in. I tried to reach out to you. take your head in my hands, kiss your eyes and sing you to sleep. the voice of an angel. here is my heart, please to keep it.
every fault. every impression. every detail, everything under control. every truth, every approximation. every scene under supervision. The casualty is putting a guise of a butterfly that will fly away and leave us bare in the sun. You can't even imagine how I would have been, if you'd have just waited 1 second longer with you love. my gestures and voice, my kisses, they are gone. The butterfly has flown away again. it's effect has come to look for reality. I just can only write hoping to not be heard again.
He didn't come again. I was waiting at the bar near some new aquantences. I was hoping to have just a moment with him. There were words about some grand meeting. I wouldn't have to renounce any glories. but the night aged on, and the bar grew quiet. and I haven't learned anything. just tears and sadness in my looks I give to the moon and stars. the song isn't sung and I don't have the desires to even try anymore. So I leave without even saying good bye.
You're a little late. I'm already torn. I see now what is here and no longer the holy light. you want to move on with out me. so many things I can't process but I see them now. They are here in my face. Illusion is all it was. never anything real.
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