October 30, 2016

the end of october

October was ending,
it went by so fast,
it went by so slow,
it went by without me being really there at all.

October 25, 2016

it wasn't home

I did get to miss those mountains again,
this time I felt a hole in my chest,
and the new place was wonderful,
beautiful buildings, green everywhere,
but it wasn't home.

it all fades away

It would've been nice to have been told that fear is greater in the anticipatory moments and once you're doing whatever you feared, it all fades away. Sometimes you even go through it and forget what it was that terrified you so much.

September 14, 2016

if I could be softer

My words always sounded harsher than I meant them out to be. I hurt people unwillingly and I don't realize it until the words have left me. I could see the look in their eyes. If I could be softer I would be, believe me. I'm sorry.

July 21, 2016

dream new dreams

And then just like that dreams become memories and we're sent off again to dream new dreams.

July 19, 2016

it came true

Truth is I always wanted it to be you. 
I hoped for it, but didn't think it would come true. 

the flaws that tie it all up

Those costumes you wore to get you through vanished, they are of no good use here. Finally, just you. You'd forgotten what you used to be like, so you made yourself new. With good and bad, perfect flaws to tie it all up.  

walk away

Leave the light on,
and walk away
I won't hold it against you,
some things just have to be done.

the 2 week span

Suddenly it hits you, for miles and miles you're alone. No one to hold your hand when you sad or lost. 

June 26, 2016

wants and needs

It was nice, you know? 
It wasn't what I wanted,
but it was what I needed.

June 15, 2016

those damn miles

You'd think I'd miss you just the same,
that the augmentation of miles wouldn't add up to the missing,
but they did,
I miss you more than I miss you regularly.

June 13, 2016

the reading and writing game

It was clear that this road would never lead to a proud moment, they didn't understand it, they thought I was playing "read and write" and that an uncertain future didn't mean stress, that just because I didn't have a company behind me that it didn't impact the world. 

May 5, 2016

the quiet fighter

I didn't know him but I already loved him. We wondered what he would look like, would he have her eyes? Would he be as tall as him? It didn't matter, we knew one thing, he was a quiet fighter, he held on and he made it. Now you're a week old and you're already an example of stregth to all of us. Soon enough you'll reach the moon and more, anything you set yourself to.

March 11, 2016

the stories we tell the world

And then you click "send" and it's real, it's out there for people to see, you bare your heart and soul with no particular aim but to help the stories leave you, to be emptied of them. You can type or write the night away and they will still be yours, they may transform after you've processed it but they're still yours. And we might forget how they really were o who really said what but we won't forget how it all made us feel, and that feeling is the one we'll keep sharing everytime we tell the story. 

February 16, 2016

my true valentine

It's not pink and gold and roses. 
But it's oh so real, so flawed, so mine, so us. 
I love him.
And I love us.

February 12, 2016

face the monsters

So incredibly scared and at the same time it's all I think about now, that's why I shouldn't have started it all. But I read somewhere that you should do whatever scares you the most, that you should face your monsters, that's the only way to push them away. So here I am, beginning to push them away once more. 

the hours

The hours go by so fast,
you'd think I was having fun.
What I truly am is confused,
it makes you spin and spin,
you travel miles and stay still.


She wanted to be celebrated for something that was just common sense, I don't know why but it filled me with anger. Still she didn't realize she's been wrong all along. How can we be so blinded to think the shell is what matters most? Beautiful shells can be empty and fragile too.

January 24, 2016

the moments that count

It was an ordinary day,
just like any other sunday,
family gathered,
grill on,
then we heard the news,
and the day wasn't ordinary anymore,
it was special and magical,
I don't recall ever being this happy.

And these are the moments that count,
when life surprises you,
when you're so happy that you cry,
and your smile is as wide as your face,
nothing matters if you just remember these moments.