Her.
Her blonde curly hair, the marks on her wrist. The smell of her car and her tender lips. The way we disagreed and not cared at all. The way she hugged me and said she had never felt so secure.
Posted May 24, 2012 at 4:26am
Ape
I finally let her go today, she was my wife but she didn’t know. I let her go in the rain, and that ape grabbing her by the hand is the one she chose. I shot myself in the foot again, but I won’t stumble upon this rock anymore. I learn, I’ve learned.
Posted January 30, 2012 at 5:50pm
De niño quería ser paleontólogo
Tengo ganas de ser niño otra vez. Juguemos a que el mundo nos necesita de nuevo.
Posted January 28, 2012 at 10:26pm
Vibrar
Veo los objetos moverse, vibrar. Observo la vida, y sus interacciones. La itinerante muchedumbre camina, de 7 a 9 y la monotonía jamás termina. No me sorprende el estrés de la masa.
Posted January 19, 2012 at 7:52pm
