This is what the inside of my head looks like...
observations can be telling.
beyond the opinions that we formulate through them…
much is to be told, in regards to what we chose to pay attention to.
what do you pay attention to?
who do you observe?
what things are you very quick to notice ?
observe your observations….
como te va?
hace tiempo que no hablamos…
cuéntame de ti,
a donde estas ?
viviste, lo que querías vivir?
mis oídos te oyen hablar,
pero ya no reconocen tu voz.
algunas cosas nunca cambian…. cierto?
yo te escucho,
y tu…
siempre me dices lo que sabes que yo quiero oír.
a lo mejor no lo sabía antes, pero lo se hoy.
los años no pasan por gusto.
la vida.
la vida es cínica.
y tu, que no crees en el destino…
pero bueno, a qui estamos.
sabiendo todo lo que sabemos,
conociendo nos, como nos conocemos,
y conversando como si fuéramos dos desconocidos
i dont miss you,
i just miss the feeling.
of lusting and being lusted for.
of wanting and being wanted.
desires can be dangerous.
& we shouldn’t flirt with disaster.
am i right?
…but, how about if i don’t want to be.
do you remember the days where our words would carry less weight?
we’d come on here to play.
play with words,
just to play with emotions.
the light heartedness of it all,
how did it turn so dark?
my heart is heavy
as i bite on my tongue,
so that the words don’t come out.
because words,
they can hurt.
when you read all my words,
i pray that you’ll still love me.
.but in retrospect, i know that you wont.
are we sharing scars or stories?
i can’t tell the difference.