considera

sin empezar moriste
en creer en la mentira
regresa no para vivir
no para sobrevivir
ni para seguir
solo
solo
solo
por
Ti

aprendete

la luz llega sin respido. la luz se prende sin fuerza. la luz brilla sin caricias. la luz por ser luz, vive sin vivir.

forward

the candles linger, burning her sight in red. shadows expand their form, hold their breath to ache her heart. though she can feel their fright, her vision rests in a place far from where her exhale begins. here and there, her attendance is accounted for, with marked points to allow access past the gates. she stays everywhere, with the agreement of brief encounters. movement is oxygen. and her strings must remain free, to pull the others together. any part that stops, turns the flow in contrary angles, causing disruption to the symphony that plays in your heart.

reality

its madness. how a fleeting dark car can pass and pull me into its weight, where i open the truck and place myself in, allowing it to lock me hostage through the end of the night. and usually when the sun arises, i remember i have the key to get out. tragedy, irony, comedy