Amurallada

 

Silenciosa. 

Pequeña. 

Humilde y sencilla.

 

Así como los caminos de la mente.

 

Convergente. 

Protegida. 

Inaccesible y real. 

 

Y en medio de toda esta quietud 

surge un laberinto de pensamientos

que se separan y se juntan continuamente.  

 

De inmediato llega al cielo y sus infinitas formas.

 

La realidad adormecida 

desdibuja la existencia. 

Donde todo termina siendo una hermosa fantasía.

 

 

Shadows

For those who are new to this blog.
This writing is merely a window
into thoughts in only parts of my day.
Moments.
Where I spill here what I can't spill elsewhere.
Because I thought here was safe.
But I guess it's not.
Oops!
And let's face,
I'm still feeling out what "this place" is.
Am I happy? Am I sad?
It's not as simple as that.
I suggest going all the way back
to the beginning posts before making judgement.
It's not all doom and gloom stories around here.
I'm just in a rough patch at some point or another.
You can't define a person by a few little sad posts.
Maybe I need to stop being so open
about what I feel in a dark moment.
And screw those of you who can't understand that.

 

You poor, sad person. I really pity you.

 

Well done.

You really disappointed me

and at this point.

My interest is entirely gone.