“sentirás deseos de esconderte en tu torre de marfil, y observar desde allí lo que ocurre frente a tus ojos. Y porqué no, si esto te da la perspectiva que necesitas de las cosas. Utiliza este período de tu vida para darle a las cosas su verdadero valor y para ver dónde ciertas personas encajan en tu vida. Eres muy afortunada de poder encontrar este tipo de equilibrio en tu vida.”
When your heart soul’s broken, are you ever able to put it back together? Or are you always gonna be missing that little piece? You can mend a broken soul, but it’s never going to be complete. Not complete-complete, not like it was before. You can replace the broken piece, but then it’s a different soul, a new soul. So a new question arises… How many souls can you get in a lifetime?
and off i went. but as i did, she felt the same need to go after you as i felt to go away.
and she had the opportunity to go comfort you, to make sure how you were… as i was left behind,
off to some other party, to some other friends, and left wondering if you were alive, dead, or
worse,… amnesiac. Because morning came and you could not even remember my face, much less
my name, but only her, your saviour.
So I left, i gave you your wallet, your cell phone, that little piece of paper where
ypu wrote your number, all the memories of the night that passed, and that pack of cigarrettes
you gave to me because as, after that night, you where quitting.
As i walked away, smoking that cigarrette you swore was your last, I wondered how your new
year’s resolutions were gonna go…. Mine where going swell. I already walked away from
you.
Many years after that fateful new years, as i was tangling my hair in order to go to sleep,
i realized it wasn’t me, i just was used to idea that i was the one to tangle it, but it was you.
and those memories came flooding back to me, so i asked you, what ever became of that girl
and you couldn’t even remeber her face. but there was a time when you couldn’t remeber MY face.
and all those nights we spent in my bed, rolling joints and smoking up and ordering take out
and not giving a care in the world… your cell phone would ring and you didn’t even bother
to check who it was, but I did… I always did. And it was always some girl, and some excuse.
and I would become your mother (which I actually kinda did) and I would be left behind,
with my bed and the joints, and all the memories.
But now there’s nothing left. No memories, because there’s too much pain in recalling them.
No joints. No food. Just me, and you. Pretending there’s nothing in between. like we just
met and you hate me.
So hate me. Go ahead. But in the back of your mind you know there’s always gonna be the joints.
And my bed. And those long talks. And the tears, the laughs. The lies and the forgiveness.
and me. There’s always gonna be me. I’m always gonna be here for you. Wheter you like it or not.
in the end, you’re gonna need me. or so i hope.
- a question
- a compliment
- a tmi
- a story
- a poem
- about you
- what you think about me
- why you follow me
- rank me
- if you met me what would you do
- how was your day
- a new year resolution
- a cute message
- one thing you want to tell me
“Sometimes I feel you live just for that feeling at the pit of your stomach, the sensation as if you have a bottom less pit for a stomach, and everything turns gray. You have to stop chasing that feeling… It’ll do you no good.”
