Monday, January 17, 2011


I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears

Friday, January 14, 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011





“Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another—physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.”


I have so much to say to you.
I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve.
I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning?
And what is everything?

- Jonathan Safran Foer


Monday, January 3, 2011












You're my devil, you're my angel

You're my heaven, you're my hell,

You're my now, you're my forever,

You're my freedom, you're my jail,

You're my lies, you're my truth,

You're my war, you're my truce

You're my questions. you're my proof

You're my stress and you're my masseuse



Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after a while no one is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it. You can stand swarmed by groups and mobs and hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company. But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts, an essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from pre-school over to high school groaning, are tokens for holding the lonely at bay. 'Cause if you’re happy in your head, and solitude is blessed, and alone is okay. It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses can’t think like you, this be me. It keeps things interesting; life’s magic things are rich. And it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. Take silence and respect it, if you have an art that needs practice stop neglecting it, if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it. You could be, in an instant, surrounded if you need it, if your heart is bleeding, make the best of it, there is heat in freezing. Be a testament.