Thursday, June 28, 2012

A small confession

The problem with my affair with words is that they are sweet and empty like junk food. It's time I really let my actions speak for me.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

It falls through my cracks

It keeps slipping, like water through my fingers. Even though it's not hard to close and cup my hand, I choose not to move it. Simple things that add up, and when the spill is noticeable it has become too late to pick up.

And I hate that. Yet, I have to accept it. Move on and try it again. Sometimes I feel so compelled to make up for it, but it really doesn't change anything.

My fingers are still and stiff but they are still there. They are still usable, they are out of shape. I know how to move them. I think I will.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Y asi me duermo...

Entre las palabras de mi voz interna, analizo y decifro el interior de mi ser.
Tanto tiempo ha pasado desde la ultima vez que hice esto con constancia.
Tal cual una casa descuidada, con falsos pasos y puertas descompuestas,
mi cabeza esta llena de cosas huecas y falsas puertas.
Se acerca el punto en el cual ya no soporto estas mareas y siento que surgiré
de mis malas aguas para por fin respirar el aire que deseo.
Alas rotas que empiezan a moverse, duelen. Pero se mueven.
Todo duele.. pero algo se mueve...