"-Cuando fue la ultima vez que escribiste algo?
-Desde mi viaje
-Talvez ya no tienes nada que decir..."
- El lado Obscuro del Corazon
" After wasting endless hours of my so-called freedom, I, for the first time, opened the window to have a smoke... Fresh air hit me like a nail to the toe... I must be doing something wrong;
For the first time in a long time, I don't blame the symptoms on a supposed Hypocondria and face the fact that I might not be where I should be: Ecstatic...
I fear my return to the real life, and by avoiding reality, I therefore deny time...One year ago, I feared the unknown more than anything, now, I fear knowing everything...
Over the last 9 months, I've outgrown myself in so many levels, but now, I'm back at self sabotage... I got what I've always wanted, my perfect 10, my accurate list (so accurate, it frightens me)... Yet, I just want to run away from it, even thou I can't detach.
It brings to mind that painfully cheesy platitude: "be careful what you wish for"
I swore to follow the Gray Cloud, to let it lead me to promised land... But standing in the desert, looking at the horizon, I can see nothing but a clear sky...
I hate blue skies, they're so fake... I long for the warmth of raindrop, and the beauty of a snowflake...
Epiphany"
"-Hey, Randy, that's just the sun, coming out of the clouds...
- Yeah, but it did it only for me!"
