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.

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...

<3 equals true

Every night is hard to say goodbye,
Every night we try to smile.

Every day we look for our eyes,
Every day we think of our smiles.

..but forever,
we love each other true.

Living the contradiction of knowing what I feel and what I don't want.

Edit: Originally Created Feb/8/2007 @11:22 PM
A story, a sad one, with light, break ups and lots of potencial...
Of the light within and the shine of the outer bounds.
Once complete, and ready to be lit. Waiting patiently, against a innate force and the hope to be at once fulfilled.
It did not happen so. The magic broke, the illusion unveiled. She said no.
There was that shadow materialized, the foul being, in the place that I was supposed to be, not granted to me. misplaced as I had always been.
I was never taken for my true worth, thus everything broke....

Time passes, wounds heal...