Can we go up the hill today

maybe celebrate and call it a holiday

because I'm sick of those clothes and i want to recreate

a vision of you standing in front of me again

I wonder where you are? I thought you were coming back

you said you'd never leave me. I believed.

where were you when the sky fell down?

how'd you miss it? you missed me.

You said you'd never. Never be like that. You criticized.

and we both fantasized.

About a time when things would be different.

We'd be one and the streets would glow.

You missed me. Because in the end i realized. Turned out.

That I only fantasized that you criticized.

They say talk is cheap. I don't care what they say.

but they're right. talk.. mere vibrations that evaporate with distance.

You're gone. But I think you should get lost.

I broke my promises. for you.

Hands down. It was my fault. Your too proud for love.

Pride? you rid me of it. Kept it all yours.

So this is for you. I guess that I'm done with you.

Lets go down the hill tonight. I was never really high.

we will be beautiful

I used to be a talented sleeper. I recall a time when sleep was sacred. I miss those times, yet i can barely remember how beautiful it is to rest your head, and forget. But I've found a new way to wipe things off lately. Tunes. Beats. Sounds that accelerate my being. Once I set on a trance expedition, I'm a determined, and faithful part of it. The gift of music. I'm a big fan of talent. Name it, if you've got it, I bow to it. I stand with pressed lips to the music gods. I'm not saying its easy to please the eye, but lets not underestimate the ear. It's hard to exhilarate.

Who would watch a movie on mute? Whoever limited the use of the word orgasm to the art of love making has never had his true senses aroused. Music commands our lives, we are oblivious to it. I've seen people swallow, sniff, and blow for music. Music stoners. Beat crack-heads. True music lovers. I've seen fellows who rave soberly. The music IS our drug they say. It's the spine of our vitality. If there is one thing that we've carried with us from one civilization to the next, its music. From sticks and stones, to turn tables and Bose speakers. Music. It loves me like no other lover. Takes me places, echo forever in my being, shows me faces..so powerful..consumed by its halo projection..i can be whatever i want.. you become the best i've ever known.. I'm fooled into believing in fairytales.. I could fall in love again.. anything is possible.. because my eyes are shut. Forget about sight. Play with the chords of my soul. Music. Give me everything you take, fill me up and swim in me...light me up.. we will be beautiful..I will be sleepless.,and when im gone, honor me with music so good, its unhealthy, nothing but music.. my deadly infatuation.

changeling

I was the biggest proponent of the idea that people don't change. I was a kid. Sorry. I didnt know better. I was inspired by a friend last night.. listening to her talking, I relived a younger version of me in her. I saw her pain for a bit.. but it was out shined by her strength.. even though I'm in no position to feel so ..but I was proud. Growing up is inevitable, unintentional, it happens to all of us indiscriminantly. Change is about will power. We can't all do it...its only those one of us who are bright enough to see the road bending, but continue to walk straight.. only those who want to retaliate..to make a statement.. to prove them all wrong..but to make some of them proud..I sincerely apologize to the mind numbing,soul crushing, brainwashing society..because i retired.. and i will no longer entertain you.

Where? what did you say?

Technology is way ahead of us. I swear the faster we learn how to fly things over continents whether its messages,emoticons, or ourselves, the harder it is for our minds to wrap itself around it. We think we understand but we don't. Oh my god we are so confused. Switching weather. Changing faces. Switching language, ideology, or simply the air..the whole process is just under-rated. I'm tangled and intertwined between two very different lives. Trying to figure out which one is the truth and which one is the trick. There has to be a trick. I feel like my life has expanded over the Atlantic, but I'm actually back here now. And it doesn't make sense. So which one is the trick? and the thing is .. even the life we were used to has changed. Some have grown up, some apart. Some of us have gone crazy and some have become best friends with things they're trying everyday. Some of us never want to come back. They cant come back. Because the atmosphere is unusual..unfamiliar, not the same. Mixed with new bodies, and new souls...some are just bodies without souls..the atmosphere..doesnt feel right..and you wonder why they never want to come back. Its harder for those who left.. who put the past behind them and walked away.. you cant expect me to understand because i don't know when it exactly happened..when did it go away, when did the tables spin.. and how did i miss it.. just please remind me...where the hell am i now?

Caught up.

Can we do it all over again. rewind, undo , restart, call it whatever you want. Take it back to the top. Can we redo the hellos and how are yous. Re-own all the words we set free..turn back our actions into thoughts..re-bottle and twist the cap on our emotions..feelings unspoken. stories untold. pain unfelt. Just replay. Because this time, ill play it better, ill know what to say, where to place you, where to stop you, and when to let you go.I promise this time ill let you go. Can we pretend memories never happened, that we didnt go down in history, take away the YOU from your perfume..can we pretend we never became a we. Feelings unspoken.Stories untold. Pain unfelt. Just replay. Can we break the bond we formed so easily, and never try to merge again. Can I pack my suitcase and never comeback? because all i can see behind our casual lies is that you've lost the white in your eyes, I can see you blocked your senses out of your mind. and so you leave me here, expecting me to stay, do you really expect me to just add all the Re-s to my words, to restart my heart after it stopped, to re-take that adrenaline shot, to replay it all from the top?.. a clean slate..is that what you really want?

Take me away

I’m sitting on the bed, wearing her top and smelling like her, ready to go , just waiting for her to stop looking at herself in the mirror. I watch her go through the same cycle..dressed, undressed, and dressed again. We play the usual game: Music in the background, wine in our hands, the do I look fat?followed by the of course nots..watching our cheeks turn rosy, our visions get blurry, and our laughs go louder. Forgetting about our insecurities, our doubts, our fears, just for now..Its me and her. Heels on, tops down, and we’re out.

I wake up with a familiar headache, it bothers me no more, it just reminds me of another great night we spent together. Going through the pictures on my camera, thinking to myself how the hell did this happen?

Surrounded and consumed. Consumed by the people in my life that’s how it has always been, and I struggle. I struggle because I didn’t plan this, I could’ve sworn I was content, satisfied, done with adding people to my contact list. I fight so hard to keep each encounter formal..nice meeting you too, and then we’d part. But we were not meant to part.

Wasting hours together, doing nothing but being together, and I drift to the future..always a bad idea, I learned not to expect, not to wish or plan..life doesn’t work by an agenda..but somehow, don’t ask me how, she’s going to be there. She’s been stabbed before, managed to recover, but their will always be a fracture in her spine, forever ruptured. Her beauty lies in her fragility. Its hard for her to trust, and I just want to teach her again. I want her to see herself through my eyes.. see the beauty of her soul, and the generosity of her heart.

I look at myself and I see a part of her in me. We barely argue, we never fight, we’re on the same level, and how on earth did that happen? She broke my independence, shattered it to pieces, but I like it this way. She can take whatever she wants, because she’s the sister I never had. So I let her invade my personal space, because for the first time it feels mutual, it’s a reciprocal bond. I’m the arm that holds her when she cries, so that I don’t cry myself. I’m the glass she taps because I too am looking for happiness and I find it when I’m around her.

I’m halfway through my third glass of water, waiting for her to come over, so we can play our little games again, so we can hide in each other’s arms, so we can forget about him and her, so we can restore some of the innocence they stole. Waiting for her to come, song stuck in my head, and it cries out to me “if you should die before me, please ask if you could bring a friend”..

Wash me away with every passing day

Age is just a variable. Growing up is not about wrinkles, turning legal, graduating, paying your first bill, nor driving your first car. It’s much simpler than that. It all comes down to those moments. Certain moments..Heart gripping moments that rip your innocence away...moments, that rock your existence, rid you from the purity of your slate. Moments, and after they pass, even though you might still look the same, you are forever changed. You wont miss them, you’ll know when they come. Its a rebirth, a new era, where touch, color, smell and pain feel so different. Life has placed you on a new page, flipping back is impossible. But now you want to go back, you dont like change..You try to go back; you lie to yourself, you front, push it to the back of your head, ignore, avoid, pretend, and kill.....you pay the price, Because you never appreciated the peace of mind you had..the serenity, the calm.. and the silence. Looking into the mirror, staring into strangers eyes, thinking to myself.. why were we in such a rush?

I am not here.

Amused by the duality; there is an idea of a you and I..

maybe a definition or some kind of abstraction.Most likely a misconception.. because its only me, and its just you.. there is no real you and I, only an unattainable vision. An imaginary illusion. Shake hands, stare into eyes, and ride cars..and even though it may seem that we think alike, you can never read my mind, we can never know each other, scratch ourselves from under the skin, or break the shell. Feel my breathe on your neck, but I'm in my own state.. desperately attached on the outside, so far away on the inside, resting on opposite ends of the void, ...friendly strangers because I don't know who I am ..and neither do you..we are not here, somewhere else...just not here....so lets at least pretend to agree about that.

Forwarded letters....

One eye open..closed again. It's dark..she missed the light once more. Keeping them closed, vodka still burning her throat.. not ready to face that she's been in bed for so long. In and out of reality, not willing to remember what happened last night. In and out of reality. Regret..self loathing..fighting every pressing urge to scream to run away.. because she's not the same, and she hates that. She knows what they're saying..but she wont answer them back. They're right, she's different..she wants to blame it on him.. the one who made her forget about the tragedy she relives everyday at home. The innocence she lost so early, she wishes she could get back. But he broke her. She's been through it all.. the cynical playlists she knows them by heart.. she can't listen anymore.. it wont change the fact that he's gone. He broke her.. so she broke others in return. Each one of them is different she knows.. she just wanted to have fun. They saw the light in her eyes, the sun in her smile..but she saw nothing but mediocrity. She learned all the tricks. Never underestimate the power of a deceiving smile. She's over the past, but it still lives in her today.. not many can see it. But he surprised her, because reading into her was a breeze. He's been broken before..he's just like her. Been through it all, tore away the flesh from his bones, he's just like her. But they don't see it. Born in despair, made of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. The passion is overwhelming, it's perfect, better than what she pictured it to be. Started as a mistake, a rendezvous.. one of his game..she played along. She knows he'll eventually do what they all did.. take her heart out and step on whats left of it, burn the ashes of her heart into dust..because he too doesn't see the good no more. Why would she be different. Why would she change. She wants to change.. waiting on a cue from him.. a sign that tells her to push the weight of her shoulders and live again. No messages on her phone, losing all hope in hope.. shutting her eyes once more. Pressing them tight..no she's not ready at all.. to see the light.

Vertigo

Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves - The Unbearable Lightness of Being 

Going back..but not really

D says she connects to my writings every time she goes back and reads them.. its funny because I can never relive that first experience of writing a certain piece.. I try i really do.. I always want to relive the state of mind i was in when i wrote it, but i can't.. I can't even retrieve the emotions I had.. its a shame.. that once i write it down its gone..just like all pleasures in life.. short-lived but so intense that when you go back to remember you realize that your memory is actually not serving you well.. the brain is not made to remember such amplifications.... so this is something i wrote a year ago..maybe it'll make you feel the way i felt the first time i wrote it..

Inspiration. All it takes is a little inspiration. A beautiful scenery? A good song? An intense experience? Nothing's satisfying my hunger. I feel nothing but numbness slowly crawling up my veins. Intimacy, food, and music don’t interest me anymore. Air no longer feels fresh. My lungs are fulfilled no more. I finally decided to give up, to stop expecting, and stop hoping. At least I decided. Now I can rest in peace. I've made my decision….but then he comes along. He comes uninvited. He sees through my clothes. I'm naked in his presence. I don’t like him. He sends me back into my confusion. I thought I made up my mind. I thought I gave up. Just let me give up. I'm torn inside. I don’t want to talk to him, but when I do, I don’t want it to stop. It must stop. I can't fall again. I'm smarter than that now. I've got no time for this. I'm too busy for butterflies. Yet he's got a whole legion of them inside me. A rare breed those butterflies. I've experienced nothing like them before. The kind that touches your soul once, only once, and once is enough. It feels wrong and forbidden. I’m in your zone. It’s so consuming, so wrong, but too good. Then I catch my reflection. I'm innocent and beautiful again. I'm a child. I feel my heart skip a beat…..I can move my legs again. I'm alive. I'm inspired.

Bullet to the world

Happiness is going to bed knowing life has treated you well today. I've been consumed by an overwhelming happiness for the past two month..its starting to scare me. This can't be normal. Big or small, nothing bothers me anymore. I don't remember how it feels to be angry anymore.. what's the point of anger.. just an over flood of adrenaline that takes over ur being, leaves u frantic and regretful. Anger takes you nowhere. Chill, and maybe have a cigarette, rewind, and unwind. Maybe I finally learned how to see the bigger picture, embrace the small moments , but be grateful for the whole.

I was talking to a friend today, about how people lost touch with the simple. We dont want small, we want big, we dont want the peace we want the drill.. we agreed that society has become corrupt. Most of the people who surround us are attempts of human beings, talk to them, your words seep right through their million holes, like trying to fill up a porous balloon with water.....it seeps right through. but i dont think that he realized that he taught me something, their's still hope for some of us.. we can still press undo.. some of us are still humans.. you made me smile because you appreciated the simple in me.. and so I'm quoting you in this post, this one is for you...because you got under my skin

( "I am a fighter to the heart. No fighter can survive a headshot. However, a victorious fighter can manage to block it, avoid it, or release the bullet to their opponents head first"...you just released your first bullet to our biggest opponent, the world.)

Book of the day: The informers- Bret Easton Ellis (L.A, sex, drugs, and rock n roll, and the epitome of corruption)