As rain falls

Bring in the red wine and champagne, the rain is helping the mood slide in. Breath in the fresh air of the cigarette’s smoke, and tell me how this all began.

Close your eyes and laugh at what you see. Imagine the many ways you want your heart to be broken. Dream of a dream where dreams aren’t dreams, and wake up to another day. See the light of the brightest star in the sky; wonder why it’s up there, how it got there, and will it be there tomorrow?

Lay on your floor, and look me in the eyes… kiss me, if you will; but stay in silence. Listen to the ground… to your heart and mind. Read my thoughts of how the future preoccupies me, but don’t leave out that something makes me stay in the present time, looking deep into your eyes also, mapping out what you’re thinking.

This all started in days of youth and curiosity; days of love and bravery; confusion and immaturity; selfishness and deceit; loss and misery; hope and pride; days of defeat and obviousness… to all restart to another day of youth and love.

Una hora de histora.

*tic toc tic toc...*

Una semana para el nacimiento de una pensadora del tiempo. Cada segundo de vida en desesperación; esperando pacientemente el paso de las horas. Sus días parecen siglos, pero sus minutos parecen instantes.

La semana de los 9 meses.
La hora de los 5 días.
El segundo de los 7 minutos.
Calculando cada *tic toc* del reloj.

Ella nace, luego muere. Su segundo de vida, en años... ¿dónde están?

Números es existencia. Suma y resta con la concecuencia de 0.

Ya llegamos a su funeral; a su hora 0.

¿Te acuerdas de ella?

Lo dudo. Ella no se despidió.

From the past.

I wrote this, it looks like, a long time ago, but I just found it. Here goes...

It's a relieved feeling... like I'm happy the past is past. Kinda like if I achieved something. Like my goal was to change, and I did. But that's just in the present moment I'm looking at the past. If I keep thinking, there I get moody. There I think of what I did wrong in the past, what things I would change, what things I miss. And here's where I notice the goal I haven't achieved; drop the past. I talk so much about it, think so much about it, but I just can't seem to let it be.

I guess that since there's no time-travel yet, my past is my sanctuary.

When will I finally pop out?

La juventud está perdida.

Full moon, cold breeze, silohuettes of pine trees and palm trees all around me. Nature; incredible... amazing beauty. Moments in life we use to think or just relax. Site-seeing in the mountains, waiting for the sunrise. Laying on the grass looking at the clouds. Sitting on the beach watching the sunset.

...And how we waste those moments...

We only dream about them, nowadays... we're too busy or too distracted. Too tired and too lazy. But we have the time to wish to see those moments.

Bullshit.

Take a drive out of town... one morning to feel the energy flow; or an afternoon to see the colours of the sky... no distractions... just you and ol' Mother Nature...

Quiet time simplifies life.

Blvd. of Broken Dreams

Is it possible to not know what's going through you own mind?...
When everything you think, you don't actually understand?...
Or is it that you don't want to accept what reality has in store for you?...
That the dream you've always held onto, is tearing apart...

Picture that dream.
That moment in life were you'll feel perfect.
Wouldn't it be horrible if that dream was just torn away?...

Despite all we do in life, we keep wanting that special something.
Or do we?...

Our heads are full up with life and problems... at least at one point of our lives we'll think that dream is just nonsense or stupidity.

So, where do our lives take us? To the light at the end of a tunnel?

We don't know the answer because we don't have the guts to ask. And we never will.

But what about those who have fulfilled their so-called dream?
They should be happy as pie...
And dead. They have nothing else to do here, so they might as well leave.
Maybe the do leave... but those who stay?
I think someone's faking their dreeeeeam...
What's been going through you mind?
I bet you don't understand.
No worries.

Neither do I.

the.day

The day is coming,
The day responsibilities are assumed,
The day decisions will have to come fast,
The day you notice life isn’t forever,
That day you'll know its too late to apologize.

A lil late but...

Happy 1 Year Blog!

Thkns Ian!