I have seen

“I’ve seen love, and I follow the speed of the starlight… and now I select you, slow now I let you see how I stun…” I’ve seen love, as the aftermath of a nuclear catastrophe. The flurry of fallout particles drifting down like snowflakes caught in my lashes, blurring my vision. When I close my eyes, I can still see blotches of light, ghostly impression of the explosion burned into my retinas. I’ve heard love, as the ringing in my ears that never subsided. It keeps me awake at night. The sound of love is a dull, persistent hum that drowns out … Continue reading I have seen

Everything…

I found myself crying for life’s vicissitudes. Everything feels so damn intense when I’m in a deep funk. It’s really awful to feel things so much sometimes. I wish that I wasn’t this sensitive to things around me, a lot of it is bullshit anyway…I still think that it’s better to feel than to pretend I didn’t care though…But I have to learn not to take things personally. I have to know when to say to myself, “It’s not my fault that people are acting the way they are…I need to stop taking responsibility for other people’s actions and reactions; … Continue reading Everything…

I don’t want …

I don’t want to write about love. It hurts. I don’t want to tell you stories of when love existed in my life. Too many nights have passed and I’ve accustomed myself to sleeping in the middle. I don’t want to write about the beautiful beginnings. How nothing else seems to matter and how quickly passion can override sanity. How love can fill you with substance that was never imaginable. No. I don’t. I don’t want to. Because love for me was once as beautiful as the ocean, sunsets and night skies. I loved with all of my being. Not … Continue reading I don’t want …

Listen to me

Do not tell me that it is impossible When I’ve fought half-life, Show me the improbable And I’ll help you find a way out, Countless times I pretended to be what I was not I wanted to feel what I did not felt, After doubted anyone claiming to be sincere But with this, never felt joy, I saved the time of my outpourings I saved the world for putting up with me, I closed the door of life And the world without color, I continued to mourn, I wanted to scream, but I had no voice I wanted to cry … Continue reading Listen to me

Your first mistake, also mine…

Your first mistake was loving someone who doesn’t know what love really is. It was giving them the power to ruin you, giving them enough strength to crush your soul with two fingers, and even worse, a few words. Your second mistake was telling them how much you need them, how your soul longed for something like this, how you can’t imagine long nights without them. Your third mistake was falling too fast for the idea of who they were, the soft hints of hate you missed in their words, the points of concern you should’ve noticed. Your fourth mistake … Continue reading Your first mistake, also mine…

Reflect as the diamond

Compassion happens when we are moved by the other. We receive what comes from the person and we begin to understand what is inside her, but without losing ourselves, our center and our being. For this we have to be free of the ego, the person. We have to be empty to feel the other. In the state of the ego we want to save people and this desire generates a tension, a symbiosis that binds us unhealthily to them. But in a larger state, in the spirit, we are like the diamond, which reflects all colors and has no … Continue reading Reflect as the diamond