Habia una vez un talvez....

Si lograras escuchar lo que digo entre lineas, si esquivaras mis juegos y obviaras mi indiferencia… Si el orgullo no fuera obstáculo, si los peros no se acumularan… seria otra historia.

Y si en un universo paralelo, esa historia se repitiera en un pasado, si el fin fuera lo opuesto, y en esta realidad se reflejaran dos sonrisas que no conocieran actos maquiavélicos ni dudas endemoniadas, lograrías ser escucha de lo que fue dicho entre lineas.

Once Upon a Slumber...

So… here’s the deal; I am 22 years old, and am still nowhere near figuring it out. One might think it acceptable to struggle when young, but after 3 winters resolving not one thing, concern rises.

I still don’t know if I lean towards the intellectual or the creative, I don’t even know if they ally… I don’t know if I’m sentimental. Or unnatached. And have no clue as to what next steps should be taken.

I reached the goal I worked so hard for, now there’s no other ziel. I glide over midnights and live a double life…I’m avatar as I wake up…

I have done things most people only dream of, and now I only long for slumber…

The path to follow has been covered with dirt, impossible to discern. There is no road , so in hopes of not being lost, I keep a straight path, following the horizon… it will eventually lead me nowhere… But at least I’ll be there…

There is one chance of having a light… Of winning the lottery… It is all about listening… And then, the path will emerge, and I will Follow the Yellow Brick Road unto Emerald city…

where I belong...

Once Upon the 5 stages

So... basically I'm stuck between face 4 and 5... I have denied myself, overcome wrath and I have bargained as much as I could. But I can't seem to shake of that one last step, so that I can finally accept grief and move on with it. 

There are a pair of angry reminiscing eyes stuck to a reflection of an irrecognizeble phantom. The voices outside my shelter remind me it's ok to step out of the shadows; that the cage I live in is only made up of self-imposed fears... that if I go out of this room, nobody will judge me...I will be one more...

Still, I choose to turn of my phone and hide in the darkness of obliteration....

The one light that brings me out of this cocoon of misery, determined it was better to disregard the issue and play blind. This time, it is for me to solve on my own... no arms to cry on... 

...No reason for doing so... 

...IT IS TIME TO ACCEPT AND MOVE ON...

Once upon a Conversation-Breaker

"6 numbers, one more to dial, before I'm before you

 ...One of the many, one of the few, to stand back and wait for you..."

The politone of the over-familiar cyber bells tell my heart that it's time to race. For a long time I have avoided the annoyance of human contact via the immediate superficiality of written non-sense... Nowadays I long for it...I long for you...

The first approach is made; The Ice we have been building for the last couple of eternal hours is broken by whoever is less prideful at the moment; 

A simple hello, nothing more, followed by a wistful remark. The epics of a one moon-expedition are exchanged, after reciting high-lights, the inevitable 'Puesi' strikes... Our Nemesis...

If only I was allowed once and for all to reach out to you, and let you in; no 5-foot wall to separate us... If only I got to share what already has to lay 6-feet under, as I once did... If only you could read my mind, as sometimes you appear to do, there would be absolutely no need for the conversation-breaker, awkwardness-riser 'Puesi'...

'I fell in love with the dream that I built of you

playing the part of your queen

taking my own advice

I'm giving up tonight

good luck to you, my king'

But as human as we are I give up on giving up,  and am obliged to continue going around Jericho, once again. Log in, hoping the fortification around your heart and your eyes finally succumbs, and you get to see me for who I am: yourself. 

That way, maybe when you do, I will become the politone that makes your heart race...

Habia una vez un Requiem de momentos...

"analiza mis versos y destruyelos 

ojo critico de verdad, matematico

analiza mis palabras, catedratico

hazlas polvo con mis suenios..."

Me pediste que lo escribiera, como un recuerdo... Una vez lo hablamos, moriria en el momento...

Escribir acerca de escribir... un tanto redundante... 

Si se escribe acerca de pasiones, por que no escribir de la mia: las palabras... 

"Dame una pluma y tinta,

una hija; un papel.

Dame un poema,

un escrito en sangre, en lagrimas

Dame un cuento, un suenio;

Un Deseo

Escribeme un beso 

y te dedicare mis versos;

Dedicame tu soneto 

y escribire en tu alma

Apasioname, rima ilegible,

Apasioname, suspiro trazado.

Y con una sola letra,

dejame ser una palabra;

una frase; una pasion..."

'Escribir, creo, es una forma de supervivencia' Comente entre varios temas aleatorios.'...es la forma en que tu Yo presente sobrevive en el futuro.' 

Me pediste que lo escribiera, como un recuerdo... Una vez lo hablamos, hubo muerto el momento...asta ahora

Once Upon General Knowledge

 "Stop There 

and let me correct it....

I want to live a life from a new Perspective..."

-Panic! at the Disco

Gentlemen, 

Start Your Engines.... 

This is the day, where I re-invent myself. The day when I get out of my asphyxiating cocoon to commence my inner flight...

This is the day I am born...

To be noted in every Encyclopedia that I am no longer. To be written upon every Calendar the date in my History changed... 

...To be commented upon the news, I am no longer who I am: I've evolved into who I was...

Once Upon an Inspiration

"Lets get into any black hole together

And risk ourselves to know the unknown

Just the two of us together."

                                  - Carlos R. Salazar 

As the silables begin to pile, 

a new meaning becomes it's words

a passionate melody begins to form. 

A song written, never to be heard...

To fill a white page, as ours have been filled, takes numerous efforts in living

...the worthy opponent, a harmful adventure...

To write a story, based on memories, takes courage

...to face one's fantoms and translate into words...

To endure one season, of this simulated journey, takes an amount of clever inception ... too rare to uncover, too rare to assemble...

It is in this scarce episodic phenomenon that we find the adduction needed to create the unexisting ink, to write upon absent sheets of blank ,the interweaved route where our footprints have met... 

And predict when they will meet again...