“I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why – but there’s no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people
I was always an unusual girl.
..with an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…                   Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.                                                                    Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.”

-l.d.r

el era un escritor

failing my attempts are. to transport thoughts to tongue. to move muscles in accordance to the words you long to hear. fearing lines won’t deliver the way they are meant to. incapable due partly because i’ve never allowed myself to. emotions became pain. so i’d smother them to silence.

todo pasa

i’m slipping. soon i’ll fall. because the one who held me up. has offered a hand to another. i’m a shadow lingering from a different time. i gave you my life. and you’ve hung it on the line.

naked

words. every syllable. every line of mines. strips me one by one. exposes me. leaves me bare. but when it feels cold, i have you… your words, to keep me warm.

encuentro tan solo

one day you’re here, the next you’re gone.

how do you open up to someone you can’t even run to?

someone who disappears after telling you they’re there.

you’re not all ears if you’re behind a screen.

‘And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one, ‘Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun, To distract our hearts from ever missing them. But I’m forever missing him.’

thanks anyways

if our paths crossed. how would you feel. would your face light up. or would your heart melt off. do i anger you? i can’t tell anymore. your expressions are too vague to interpret. like strangers. would we just smile and pass. or. just pass.

if that…

i’d still be looking back.

bogota

i close my eyes and surround myself with darkness. in the distance I see a figure. I see you standing there alone, crying so silent. your voice echoes in my mind in this emptiness. i hear you say the words you always try to get out of me. Telling me I can be free. But i can’t seem to, you see. i’m afraid. you’re a murky vision in this empty space. if only you took a step closer. i wish to hold you close and fill the gap that sends you away. if only you came forward. i’d know you better. but you’re all the way there. obscuring away from my senses. and each time we speak the darkness grows. your voice, quieter. I can’t quite make out the words you say any more. as if you’re talking in code. I’m beginning to question your disposition. you’re fading when i want to hold you close. I never wanted to lose you.

I open my eyes and you’re nowhere in sight. you’re long gone.

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) – Don McLean

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night

You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget

Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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