About Writings In The Dark

Expressing yourself can always be a puzzling task, specially when well kept secrects have the tendency to see day light, your hand is no longer yours, its true master are the most desperated thoughts your mind can hold, so what other choice do I have but to allow my hands to write in dark? This is a different kind of reading, enjoy!

miércoles, 20 de agosto de 2014

The one about The Fault in Our Stars


Among a infinite amount of burning luminaries, or most enchantingly referred to,  of stars
of lives
of deaths
of moments
I couldn't blink if I would want it to
I couldn't open my eyes wide enough either
The immenseness of the earthen truth was right before me
Why is one completely chained and bound to forever fall in love with  The Fault in Our Stars?
"We fall in love like we fall asleep, slowly, and then all of it at once"
Because it shows us the where the true beauty of life lies.
And you will never forget it.
And I will never forget it.
...."pain demands to be felt"





domingo, 17 de agosto de 2014

Status Quo Ante Bellum



When life around you stops, you grasp harder for air.
When a hurricane of events wraps you in, toss you into the sand and leaves you senseless, you grasp harder for air.
There, when you are dimly admiring the vacuum of your ceiling. Memories of the past smother your mind because your mind is unable to unlock the future. And because the real vacuum it’s the one your ideals are left. Nonetheless, you grasp harder for air.
Then a satirical and ironic, deeply rooted question surfaces “ I am afraid to live?”
And in a blurry windy moment. when you have exhausted your heart with excuses, you find the most sincere answer  “It’s the fall”.
It’s the state of mind in which positivism becomes irrealism.
We are afraid of realizing that the hurricane only tossed you with its tail, and the hurricane has a large, bulkier brother, and he is headed in your direction.
We are trying hard to grasp for air, but in a parallel sentiment, we are afraid of the storm in the horizon, and what it might do to us, and what it might become of us, and the underlying maleficent question “What if I fall?”
And your life stops.  
Life will never be ideal, only real.
Life will never stop. Only you stop.
Don't ever settle for comfortable.
Keep moving forward.
And grasp harder for air.