Recorrido

La noche cayo encima y un rio de monstruos invadió la calle cual solo este lugar permitiría, pues pocos lugares tienen personas suficientes como para que pintura o ropa y a veces ambas por sobre su cuerpo bastarán para que otros entes tomaran su lugar y más sus fortalezas y gustos y menos los verdaderos monstruos y espectros que les habitan cobraran forma en el rio.

El Aqueronte simulado lo cruzamos juntos porque el verdadero no creo que lo crucemos juntos y escapamos de él como no podemos escapar del otro.

Ella es todavía...yo soy aunque no estoy seguro de como o hacia donde y aún debo arreglar tantas cosas...

Relato del Fin de un Mundo en un momento pasado

Mientras el mundo se desquebrajaba aquí y el año que contaba tal devastación se moría.
Yo salvaba frente a sus ojos un reino de fantasia y ella, en cama, cansada aún se asombraba con los bellos colores y los dragones como lo hizo durante tanto tiempo.
En su nombre se tejieron pactos horribles y se juraron palabras terribles.
Pero ella estaba allí, a mi lado, mirando una película de poco presupuesto cuando consciente; sufriendo de sus inmensos temores cuando no y ella no hizo esas cosas sin importar lo fácil que sería para mi pretender que fue ella y no que fueron otros en su nombre.
En otro lado del mundo alguien cantaba las canciones épicas bajo cuyas notas los Iluvatares que vendrán construirán un mundo que no pertenece a los que estamos pero que les ayudaremos a planear inminentemente.

I miss you

I miss you and the truth is I will always miss you, when october hits, when I walk on those streets that gave us such a first date.
And when the sun and the wind feels once more like they did back then, yeah those reigns will always belong to you.
Those days won't come back to us but they are not lost either and maybe if we focus on them just right they can still bring more good than harm to us.

Love was, Our love was many things and you did perhaps so much more for me than I could did for you, I don't know, it feels that way.

We were that polygon in the grass eating and sleeping and the streets between my house and that place with a broken window that we never ever came back to.

I like to think we were smiles even if we were also tears -we still are at least from this side, and I dare to think not just here at that-.

I feel like I failed you awfully and still you saved me in the darkest of all the impacts.

I was able to hurt you and still those to whom I swore allegiance and tried my best to impress or not to fail so badly ended up doing a lot of damage...on both sides.

I will always miss you but I have to tell to myself that we shouldn't come back together because I have this stupid hope of things and beings that I can't really fully understand or reach.

I'm broken but also I am healing, you know, not just from you -or rather from the things I did to you-.

Fun n Games

That was as it never before it was, or maybe once or twice but not in a birthday weekend.
That was and it was fun while it lasted and it will remain like that.
And friendship as it remains is a thing of magic and wonder, at least I think so.
The future stays around though, I have to see it happen anyway and I have to run it while I have the strenght to do so.
The doubtful dark path remains and I hope to walk in dark valley and remain as I should or die if I must in ways that I want.
Tomorrow starts every morning even if my age grows shorter for myself.
The future comes but it won't come if it is not acted upon.
Happy post-birthday to me.

Fault

It is not in the stars...but how do I cleanse the fault from me?
And how do I fix what can be fixed and let go what cannot?
I cannot tell and so I say it might be a valid wish to ask the wisdom to tell them apart.
I have not that wisdom or any other, but rather despair to give and sell.

Such a rare product, we all might have but want not to buy.
For whatever we have should be enough for us, however big or small.

The darkness eats and cannot be defeated.
It eats from my heart as it now stands and what is to be lost is already lost.
But not everything, there's yet another thing.

And what is to be gained, where can I find?
Not in the stars it lays...but how do I find within?

subvivir

A veces creo que buscamos a alguien enfermizamente para que nos ayude con el peso de nuestra propia existencia, a veces creo que al menos yo no puedo con ella solo, pero no tengo otra opción.

Es precisamente por eso, porque creo que estaba restando, drenando más que dando que me como mis mejores palabras y permanezco en silencio en la oscuridad de este sitio que nunca más podrá tenerse en paz.

Porque la oscuridad me ha estado consumiendo, la decepción y la tristeza quizá por los últimos 2 años, quizá todo tiene sentido en ese contexto.

Esta roto, la vida lo esta.

Todos caen.

I breathe and some calm inhabits my being, but darkness still stands, our actions, all of our actions probably broke the woman a little too much, her actions have their own part undoubtfully but this goes further and further than just that.

The concept of family that I had has been wiped out of the earth in these days, what I have left I cannot tell and classify, I have something left make no mistake but a darkness comes to take this place away.

I feel a need to run as well but not to abandon not to let.