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The world just really doesn’t work that way I suppose. I’m impatient, then I’m patient. I guess it just depends on what people are being patient on. Some things more patient than others. Man fuck this mind of mine. I swear I can never hold a motherfuckin thought, even worst, finish one. Sometimes i feel like i have gaps in my brain now. These gaps are reflections of the gaps in my life that I can’t seem to bridge. I’m like that river between earthly connection that wont allow to be built over.
Ash trays, butt ash shake, two pills rushing through and a mind half baked…
I think everyone is crazy in their own little way. I tend to observe people and find their insanities. It really makes you look at the world differently when you find comfort with this.
“She said, “If your eyes are so special, why doesn’t every woman fall for them?”
He replied, “because not every woman can see as deep into, as these eyes are. A depth that got us to this conversation in the first place.”
“Hola mami, ¿cómo estás?
Le escribo esta carta, para que tenga algo de mí cuando te vayas. Quiero decirte lo que hice hoy, después nos bajamos facebook … Fui a la playa, algunos fumaban hierba, comieron carne seca, y no una reflexión propia. He comprado pizza para mí y el ángel, y luego vimos Y tu mamá también. Siempre me emociono cuando voy conduciendo a ti. Tu sonrisa me hace sonreír cuando pienso en ella. Sabes, me abrió los ojos a un lado diferente de la vida. No puedo explicarlo. No quiero presionarte, pero tengo sentimientos por ti. Cuando tú me quieres, simplemente llame. Si no tengo obligaciones, entonces voy a estar allí para usted. mami te quiero. eres especial para mí, y yo soy así que feliz de haberte conocido. Me gustaría poder entender mejor, pero no estoy preocupado porque voy a aprender español con el tiempo. a través de ti, me he sentido lo hermoso que es español. Eres una libra. Usted trae la belleza en todo. te quiero mi amor. te quiero. acuérdate de mí, porque yo siempre pienso en ti … bajo la misma luna, Papito Lindo Tontito”
Mami…
Desculpa que no te respondi temprano,mi hermano me ablo y tenia que platicar unas cosas con el. I usually sleep easy, not tonight. My emotions are quite stirred and now, I’m trying to figure out how to pour it without spilling from the edges of my eyes. A man gets caught with wandering eyes, he deserves to cry. A man just wants to love again, and he feels like crying. My eyes really have nothing to do with all this, I should leave them out of it. It’s my heart that aches, its late at night and the rest of me hurt too, just not as much as my insides do. There should be some resolution to all this frustration and suffering, but there never is. The same person always asks, “Why do you always run?”. I tell her I want to be chased, but not just for the sake of being chased, I want to get caught. As a man, I’ve played the role of winning hearts and chasing skirts, but you know what hurts? The fact that when it’s my turn to run and I look back, it’s skirts, and not her.
“I just wanna dream again and put these clouds that cloud my vision back in their place.”
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