When words fail to come out

ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVS. 

FLAMING STRAWBERRIES 

US/MEXICAN  BORDER

M is for Muse It

I don't know what I feel about humans, but I love the music they make. I will always escape to music. It always fits in somehow. No one wants to walk, jog, clean their house, or have a drink with their thoughts. Music. This is a link to my dearest friends blog. I used to have a scheme. I would charm him into giving me his best, never heard before songs ( I have no clue how he finds his shit), then I would fall in love with them and immediately spread the word about those stimulating tunes. Yeah he'd get upset, but I just couldn't control myself. The music was turning me into an addict. I had to always sneak behind his back.  He's finally come a long, and realized that music is the universal religion. Bringing us together, uniting us, all into one. Heres the link. Get ready to be amused. http://muse-it.blogspot.com/

Don't you wish you could turn the switch off sometimes... 

Sumaah tayme

Time is running, feels like we're moving at the speed of light.. I don't have time to look at the sky, or even time to allow myself to get upset about the things that are upsetting me. But, I see a bit of light from the sky after months of dormancy. I missed her. I need her. She's here. Cheers to many more sunny hot humid days!

Everyone's weird

I always wondered why I'm so attracted to broken people.. 

LLL

I don't know about you all , but nothing can send me on a self destructive path like silence. Big apartment, parked in the sky. All I hear is the loud sound of silence, paused by a few coughs. I don't know how people do it. Living alone? I won't understand it. I've never really liked being alone, so I made it a point to always be around others, till I find myself at a bottleneck, at the verge of chocking...and then I complain about it. Sometimes I hate it, and find myself begging for a few moments of no one or nothing  but me. Just when I find that my wish is granted..I feel loneliness's grip slowly suffocating me. Forcing me to hang out with my thoughts. So I try to distract myself. Grab a book, flip through the cable, but we both know that soon I will be defeated. My thoughts. My inner dialogs.  Definitely not my favorite friends, but I give them a chance. I try to engage with them in some kind of conversation, only to realize how unpleasant they are. I don't like them. So I pick up my phone and send a shout out to one of you, to come here, or at least talk to me, consume me with your reality, because at the moment,  I just want to escape mine.