jueves, 27 de septiembre de 2012

Trying to forget the past.

Randomly listening to: Last Night on Earth by Green Day

Lying in the dark, my back to him, I could hear his breathing in sync with my own. I closed my eyes and thought about how fleeting happiness could be. His arm then crept around my waist and he pulled me towards him and in that exact moment I decided that it didn't matter.

With every breath that I'm worth here on Earth I'm sending all my love to you.

martes, 25 de septiembre de 2012

Feeling inspired.

To love.
To be loved.
To never forget your own insignificance.
To never get used to the unspeakable violence
and the vulgar disparity of life around you.
To seek joy in the saddest places.
To pursue beauty to its lair.
To never simplify what is complicated
or complicate what is simple.
To respect strength, not power.
Above all, to watch.
To try and understand.
To never look away.
And never, never, to forget.

Arundhati Roy

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

sábado, 11 de agosto de 2012

In need of a Prince Charming, but you'll do for now.

Randomly listening to: All I Wanted by Paramore

You're not my forever. Hell, you're not even my near future. You're my present and that's only because I needed a present and you were the most interesting option.

I know this sounds unromantic, and it is so out of character for me, but I'm starting to accept that it's okay not to fall in love with you. And it's okay that this won't last longer than the summer.

And still I don't even know if you're what I want for my summer. But it's August already and it's too late now.

I guess it's a good thing that I'm finally admitting this to myself.

I'm looking for so much more, but I just can't find it.

So you'll do for now.

At least for now.

I could follow you to the beginning just to relive the start.
Maybe then we'd remember to slow down at all of our favorite parts.

lunes, 25 de junio de 2012

About who I used to be.

Listening to: Naive by The Kooks

You used to think the world of me, remember? You said I was the best person you knew. You said you were so lucky to have me in your life. You used to be proud of me.

I don't think you think of me that way anymore. I know I don't think about myself that way anymore. I don't know who I am anymore to be honest.

Maybe I just want you to see me the way you used to so I can go back to see myself that way too. I want to go back to being that person you thought so much of.

I just don't know how to.

I'm not saying it's your fault although you could have done more.

sábado, 2 de junio de 2012

Love Story.

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
Poem by Rumi (1207-1273)