Beauty Must Have Died

And beauty must have died.
After draining bottle after bottle of substance.
Meeting eye to eye with the bottom of the glass.
Lighting up cigarette after cigarette.
In a dazed nicotine state came the time of death.
No one to pronounce the exact moment.
Beauty must have died because it seems it's no longer enough.
Actions indeed speak louder than words and you aren't proving me wrong.
Beauty must have died.
All washed up,
Possibly an overdose in a sketchy part of town.
Maybe a suicide off a high bridge into darkening waters.
It went quietly,
not a yell or scream
or any sign of it's departure.
Beauty must have died,
I'm just not sure how long ago.

...

A little bit of torture for scribblings of ink,
Litered pieces of paper putting my mind at peace.

My heart must break into fragments of fragments,
And my eyes must run dry.

My stomach must ache, empty as a begger's bowl,
And my head must pound my heartbeat.

As my pen meets paper my burden is deplored.

...

The wind blows.
It howls through double window pains.
Creep into my bones,
and occupies my soul.
Illuminated birds sway in the breeze.
Early morning daze and contemplated dreams.

The internal struggle

It's the internal struggle of the voices,
Of what you should do,
what you want to do,
and what you will do.
The ungoing conflict between yes and no.
The carefully and hastily placed bricks of your future.
Maybe we're young and we can make mistake after mistake
with little consequence.
They say live in the moment,
but when do we start thinking about tomorrow?
Let alone the rest of our lives...

Dear Syracuse University,

I'm sorry it has come to this but it has come. I'll try and sugar coat it and break it to you easily.... while you may have a charming campus and beautiful academic buildings there are some faults overall. Here are some but its not limited to those mentioned.

-You are unorganized (I don't know what the fuck I'm doing... I'll elaborate. I don't know what classes to take and no one has helped me thus far. I didn't know how to use balckboard or turnitin, no one taught me. In general there is lack of guidance and support within the university)

-Getting a job is hard on the university. I applied for over 8 jobs on campus, finally I got a job, no thanks to anyone. I found sujobopps by myself and applied by myself, no one helped me. Oh and when I finally do get a job you unsucessfully notified me of withdrawing my permission for work study. Oooppps, thanks a fucking lot.

-Also this is more a pet peeve but what's with all the god damn school fucking spirit? I'm sorry I don't look good in orange, and personally I wouldn't support our teams if we had better school colors. From the few athletes I've met well they were total inconsiderate cocky assholes... I know your job as an institution is to educate your students however would it kill you to produce people the larger population of the world can stand?

-Also I find laundry annoying. I'm not some stuck up privelaged kid who's never done it... but every time i do have more than $5 dollars in my bank I decided hey why don't I treat myself and wash my clothes. HOWEVER every time I try to change my money the machine in my dorm is out of service... are you kidding me? Which leads to some over top struggle for quaters. Oh then I find it depressingly humerous when I do find the exact amount of quaters to do my laundry and the machine eat my quaters. Nothing better than half damp jeans on a cold fall morning.

I'm sorry it has come to this however it has come Syracuse University... I would claim it is me not you however I find myself to be an opptimist and I could hold this in no longer. What I'm saying is maybe we need to take a break, we're not breaking up but you got to get your priorities in order.

Sincerly
An SU student

Let me fly.

You want me to be independent.
To be free.
To make the most of me.
Well don't clip my wings,
tie my feet,
or cage me in.
You took everything without even a word,
not even a half assed apology,
not a letter of notification.
You didn't dare look me in the eye.
My wings have been clipped,
my feet tied.
You want me to be independent but insist
on doing so with letting me fly.

WHAT TO DO BEFORE I DIE

WHAT TO DO BEFORE I DIE

Go Skydiving

Get Married?

Jump off a Waterfall

Find a Place to Call Home

Ride the World's Fastest Roller Coaster

Win and Yell "Bingo!" at a Bingo Hall

Find Love

Learn to Speak Arabic

Send a Message in a Bottle

Learn to Speak French

Work for a Relief Agency

Live in a Foreign Country for an Extended Period of Time

Change Someone's Life for the Better

Make a Big Donation to Charity

Live on a Boat

Have Something Named after You

Ride the World's Longest Zip Line

Scuba Dive

Witness a Miracle

Start a Dance in a Public Place

Plant a Tree

Learn to Fly

Get a College Degree

Pay for Someone Else's Groceries

Start a Huge Wave

Write a Book

Learn to Play an Instrument

Give a Stranger a $100 Bill

Find the Perfect Railing and Slide Down It

Touch the Roof of a Moon Bounce

Slip and Slide in Public

Take a Stranger Out for Dinner

Go on a Blind Date

Donate Blood

Join a Protest

Throw a Surprise Party

Run a Marathon

Go White Water Rafting

Get a Tattoo

Help a Complete Stranger

Learn to meditate

Ride in a Hot Air Balloon

Invent Something

See the Northern Lights

Sleep Under the Stars

Go Skinny Dipping

Find a Job I Love

Go to a Nude Beach

Experience an Earthquake

Grow Something

Be a Better Listener

Buy a Homeless Person a Meal

Right a Wrong

Make a Will

Own A Home

Go on a Road Trip

Take Part in a Food Fight

Do a Double Feature Without Getting Caught

Ride a Bull

Go Bungee Jumping

Graffiti

Be Happy

Quit smoking

Go to:
Africa
Brazil
France
Finland

Sell a painting, poem or picture

Write a song

Catch the first bus leaving the station

This is just the beginning to all I want to do in my life... the list I suppose is never ending... The point is to live.

...

The trees don't move
but the wind still blows.
Refreshing gusts
as the nicotine flows.
Can't feel my hands
as they start to shake.
Can't go home
don't know where my heart really lies.

Out of breathe as I climb
sunlight falls from the corner of my eyes.
Need to pack
can't stay here
home is where those are dear.

I Chase my Shadow home

The distant ringing of bells,
the clicking of heels.
The breaking of leaves underfoot,
chasing you shadow under the street lights.
A shot of cold air burns the throat and
leaves you intoxicated following your feet.
The rustle of leaves overhead and
indistinguishable stars through the smog.
I chase my shadow home.

We want to be Happy

‎"Todos estamos aquí de paso, ¿para qué? , no sabemos.
Escuchas que la vida es todo eso que pasa mientras estás preocupado por algo más, y según esto, estamos aquí para ser felices, la verdad, suena cliché. Y aunque somos muchos, no estamos solos [...] Porque a todos se nos acaba el tiempo."

Translation
We are all here in passing, for what? we don't know.
You have heard that the life is all this while you are worried over something more, according to this we are here to be happy, the truth is, it sounds cliche. Even though we are many, we are not here alone... becuase everyone's time comes to an end.

The big question. What's the meaning of life... we do somewhere, somehow find our own answer along the way. We find our own happiness, it does sound cliche as mentioned above.
Could happiness sound cliche becuase everyone wants to find happiness? No one lives in the search of failure and unhappiness. No one. Some people are unable to be happy, at times circumstances do not permit happiness, however no wants to be unhappy. It sounds cliche because people think it is overused, it is over stated, there is such demand for a thing few rarely fully achieve. I want to be happy, and I normally stray from cliches, try and weave my own way. Happiness is a universal desire, a process we take steps to complete. I suppose once you are happy you don't need a meaning of life, you proabably found it somewhere along the way, somewhere within your journies and confusion. Once they're happy people think they will be ready to die. Death scares at times, it suffocates, it confuses, it blinds... happiness is supposed to ease the worry, it gives you a chance to breathe, it defines the blurred edges. Happiness is not cliche, it is universal.
We are many, there are currently over 7 billion people on the earth. We are never alone. At times you feel alone, you can be surrounded, in a sea of people and feel utterly and completely alone.... however, we should be bound together. We share common identies, we connect, we share smiles and lend shoulders for falling tears... we are not alone. It may not seem that way however, we always share the same fate, death. Our names will be forgotton, our deeds dust in the wind, our smiles, our laugh, our tears all crumble as the time passes. Our bodies will decompose, who's knows what more. Happiness soothes these thoughts. I want to be happy, it's not cliche, it's universal.

inhale, Exhale

Inhale, Exhale
An early night smoke.
The smoke fighting the cold air.
You'll catch a cold for a quick fix,
for a rush of nicotine.
Inhale. Exhale.

....

A language you can't understand,
Syllables you can't pronounce
Meaning that could not be found.

Our love goes on...

For those we may not know, depending the day I am a pesimist about love. I question it's existence, I doubt it's power, i focus on the associated pain. Other days I'm a secret romantic who knows soul mates exist and if it's meant to be, it will be.
You are the exception. You are everything I have ever known. There have been many before you andd there could be more after, however as of right now my heart is rented to you. I may hold back, for I cannot give you everything, every fiber of my being, let you into every part of me. You may not occupy my whole heart, however, there's only you. It has not always been you and I can't promise it always will be you... the future is unsure, I'm indecesive, things change.
I sometimes see you as my soul mate... god I sometimes can't take myself seriously, people may not understand, however it isn't for them to understand. I don't need anyone's approval, not my parents, not my friends, I don't need to follow societal influences and trends. It's just you and me. I would like it to be that way forever, whereever we are, maybe our own handcrafted world, just you and me, and that may be all that matters.
I need to stop asking questions, over analyzing everything, every moment, every word, forward and playing it back. The tone of voices, the meeting of eyes, the location of caresses. Clear my head, come to peace with not knowing if tomorrow something will change, if someone won't be here, that one of us might feel differently. I can't promise you anything. I don't even make promise to myself.
Love? Seriously... the universal cliche. What is love? It is only about how you feel together. If it feels right. Maybe it's not a perfect match, well personally women set standards so high, no man could fullfill them. I have few expectations, I just want to be happy. In all aspects, I want to be able to be happy alone, and once together I want nothing to change. I want excitment and spontaneity, I want to laugh and smile, and not know where the time went when we're together. I want to be crazy and misunderstood, I want to be at peace, I want to feel alive. I want all of that possibly alone if I cannot have that with you.Just know always a part of my heart will always be dedicated to you.Our love goes on...

I'm not good

Small conversation after small conversation I've lied, because no one wants to hear the truth... No one asks "How are you?" (in any language) to hear a response which is not "good."
Well I will tell you here and now, I am NOT good, I'm NOT fine. I don't need to be okay, I have the right to be unhappy, to be completly out of control, to maybe question everything I do and say.
I feel like I haven't been happy, if anything happy by circumstances. Happy becuase an era was coming to an end. Happy in the fading world of known. Happy because I didn't know anyone or thing. I've been happy, don't let me mislead you. I'm just not happy now.
I don't care if it just takes some "adjsuting" or if is something I cannot control. I just have always felt I'm waiting. A constant cycle of survival until a unexpected encounter with happiness. The happiness all but fleeting.
The struggles are real... I feel trapped here, trapped in this city, this school, within these walls as times in bad company. Trapped, without even a light to guide me.
The struggle to find yourself, to do well, to know what you want to do, to know who to befriend and who to let go. Everything is a question, asking who the things you might not know the answer to quite yet.It's overwhelming.
Step after step, follow your feet. They somehow always lead the way. Keep walking, keep thinking, keep questioning. Scream outloud every once in a while. Find inspiration and notice the little things. Get through the day becuase there aren't enough hours in the day to do everything, how can yesterday and tomorrow fit too?
You can't be afraid of unhappiness in which might worry people about and are concerned about. You CAN'T be happy all the time, nor fine, you can't be oaky. You can be angry, frustrated, sad and enraged. Maybe there is nothing to smile remembering, nor anything to look forward to today however we always haave tomorrow and if not tomorrow the next day. I promise you, everything will be okay even if it is not today. I'm not good either.

Postcards

Everyone should make it a point to check their mailbox daily even though it might be more likely there will be nothing there than be something. As one walks down the corridor, slowly approaching their mailbox excitement heightens and the moment of truth comes and as you peer through the window. Whether within lies a package slip or letters is no of importance, the ultimate gift is a postcard. Postcards from near or far, the handwriting beautiful, blue ink, black ink, stamped, from every corner of the world, filling every corner of my heart.
I will wait for your postcards, the thought of their arrival residing in my mind and refusing to leave. Mi querida, mi amor, mi hija, mi amiga, mi hermana, my dear, my love, my friend, my sister, Alison…
Facebook is cold, hotmail unheard of, Gmail impersonal. Show me you have taken the time to write to me, show me you still love and care. Show me even across seas, borders, hours ahead and hours behind me, show me not only our love, but we will prevail.
I can’t imagine moving as a child, the pain of starting over and over again. I left my small town for the big city south of the border and now am pained to be here. It’s nothing against this place or people, it just isn’t the same. They say it just takes some “adjusting” as if that will change the reality of our separation. I have adjusted, I have made friends, I am happy, however every once in a while the reality hits me. There is no cure for this heartache, nor would I want there to be, I know I have a friend in almost every part, nook and cranny of the world awaiting my arrival. I want to be here, just know it is one of the hardest things to be pulled in-between two places, you feel as though you cannot stay and you have nowhere to go, and now imagine the strings of your heart being pulled by every corner of the world.
I lock my door, lock the outside, new world here out, and sit down to write. My true friend, my loving family, my little sister, a forgotten acquaintance, I miss you all. I miss you because you helped me grow, you showed me love across borders and so far away from home. I could never forget you, I love you.
The hardest thing about being here is not being away from my home, but being so far away from my family and friends who are spread far and wide from my heart. I miss my friends and family made in Mexico because we shared something no one can understand here. We made mistake after mistake and then another without judgment. We were young and irresponsible and learned more than another 3 credit course could teach. We gained life experience which may not be valid on a resume or count as AP credit however I don’t ask anything in return.

There is no doubt you will write and I hope you never forget that I will in return, neatly scribbled message awaiting in my mailbox. Your postcards will always arrive and I will always be waiting sending my love through postcard in return.

Written in Water

My words
Written in water
Echoed through ripples
Until they reached the sea.

There they drifted
Helpless to the rising and falling water
and the crashing waves.

They drifted
Next to reminiscence of what used to be
Mere memories

My words
Written in water
Echoed through ripples
Until they met the sea

My words, written in water
Were never meant to be.

You were supposed to be

I hate you because I love you. However not in the way you might have hoped for. You were supposed to be a lot of things to me, a protector, you were always supposed to be there, you were supposed to more than everyone else, you were my safety.
When the outside world wore me down and kicked me down you were supposed to be there. A hand to lift me off my feet to wipe the dust off my shoulders. You were supposed to be so many things, no strings attached. I thought you were different I thought you were someone I could trust.
You were supposed to hug me without wanting more, you turned one of the only things I had left into nothing you proved that I was right when I didn't want to be. I wish I had just been paranoid... but you should me something I didn't want to see was there...
You have destroyed everything, spun everything 180 degrees, turned it all upside down... nothing will ever be the same... you took one of the only things i had left and destroyed it. You only thought of you.

I told you ´´I missed you´´

I told you ¨I missed you¨
My friend,
My lover
My own blood.
You didn´t respond...
I told you ¨I missed you¨
So easily you forgot,
how easy you pretend...
You won´t admit it,
You can´t,
You don´t want to.
I told you ¨I missed you¨
....
I miss you,
That´s all.

Boy, Why didn´t you call me?

Boy, Why you didn´t call me?
Let me lay my this all out for you. I hate you... and i hate you so much because i feel so much for you... I mean cultural differences can only get you so far....
How can you be like this? How can you think like this? How could you do this to one another? How could you do this to me?
If we make plans, we have plans... really if you are busy don´t make plans with me and then ditch me. Don´t say we will do something... I won´t wait on you any longer...
 Why didn´t you call me? If you say you are going to call, fucking call me. Don´t bother lying you don´t flater me, if you don´t plan on calling don´t waste your breathe saying you will. Don´t ask me my number and don´t give me yours, you won´t take this anywhere...
They say women play games that we are hard to understand... you expect too much. You want us to be a challenge, you want to win us over but what if I already want to be yours, I already want to be in your arms and have you never let go? Why would I be anything but me, do anything but what I want, say anything but I feel?
Boy, Why you didn´t call me?

Melon juice and mango

So we're sitting at a restaurant in Mexico, it's 10000 F and there's people from every continent in the world, but what do I take time to do? Writting on sombody else's blog (btw, I'm not Alison, my name is jeff, I'm her canadian friend [check out my blog, meandiintime.blogspot.com]). Is it horrible to be writting on a blog a this moment? We would have the reflex to say yes automatically, but let's stop the cliche and take a second to think about it. What better way to appreciate a moment then get out of it. We never know the memories we're gonna remember, some times it's how big that monument was, sometimes it's the taste of that ice cream, what you rememeber is always suprising.

So what do all those memories have in common? They are the moment where you got out of the moment, and by that I kind of mean being part of the moment. I know it's complicated, but that's metaphysical, so naturally complicated. The point is, try stopping looking at the world through your camera, looking for memory, look at the world through nostalgics eyes, the memories will come automatically.

Hopefully will have more good ruta maya days

Jeff

No more

No more
No more forehead kisses.
No more getting caught in the rain.
No more dancing in the street.
No more hand in hand,
our fingers intertwined.
No more around the corner kisses
sleeping side by side.
No more early mornings
No more midnight meetings.
No more drives without destinations.
No more love.

My Everything

When will you realize,
The sun shines for you
The moon rises for you
The stars illuminate for you
The wind blows
The rain falls
The grass grows
Spring blooms
The tides change
The birds sing
The world turns.
And it is all for you
My everything.

Words...

Words Damage.

They kill, They torture, They slaughter.

They Break, They shout, They alter.

Not a word. 

Not a single word...

1, 2, 20 something

I don't trust a single one of you. I want to be with you dearly  but I should know better by now. 1, 2, 20 something. Lesson sadly not learned.
Don't say you'll call me, don't even ask for my number. Don't add me on facebook. Your words are nothing to me, so why I am hanging on every one? You don't know me, it's sad you didn't want to know me.
As if you were all born like this. Where were your hearts misplaced?
You can scream from your passing car, start a conversation over drumming music, you can move back my hair and kiss me, anything more, forget it.
I might have a expiration date. Sell by June 30 2011.I have realized you do too, you expire overnight after the alcohol wears off and as the first ray of sun shines. You're Monday morning's garbage.
So why the fuck would I want to be with you? You might call me racist, coolera, mamona but this is all from experience.
If only I had learned by now. 1, 2, 20 something.

He won't stop

He won' stop looking,
Muttering under his breathe,
If someone could kill you with just one look,
I bet he could rape you with his stare.

Nothing means anything

2:05 am. Just got home, another night partying...  another night of regret.
I can't tell you how much I have regretted this year. I regret almost everything, almost everyone. I don;t know why I haven't given up yet. I can't tell you how mnay times I have wanted to buy the next ticket back home.
No one means anything. No one means anything to me. It pains me to say this. Out of everyone I have met, they won;t mean anything to me, less to me after I return home. It is the drastically the opposite here for me. Care for yourself, you're all on your own. Everyone who has meant anything to me here has only hurt me. I feel hurt, my heart streched open and raw., bleeding for the abuse. I mean I feel horrible, I'm not me. You could claim I'm a good person that I'm unique and individual and everything but I'm not even the reflection of that person to day. I haven't been for a long time. I miss me.
Anything romantic, forget it. Romance is dead, civerlary is non-existent. I haven't been crazy throwinng my morals to wind as often. I haven't been with anyone physically in 3 weeks, I don't really want to, well maybe I do but in the morning I'm left empty and cold. It hits you every time harder and harder until you claim you'll become a lesbian. :) I have been hurt too many times.
My heart when I came was open wide, accepting of everyone, caring. As of right now... it is dying. My heart has been infected. Only 3 months to live the doctor said, his words dropped like bombs on my fragile world.
You know. I can't think.
Nothing means anything.

Looking for something and don't know what

I find we are all looking for something which we don't know what. Something to make us happy, make everything worthwhile and make sense. We all are looking for this thing that will bring probably fleeting happiness. For all happiness passes sooner that it is ever enjoyed. The quick death of a smile makes them all the more valuable.

I've never found happiness in my pay check or for the most part not in other people, not in romantic relationships. I've never been hungry for power, all these typical things that people want in hopes of being happy. The things that make life "good." If bussiness is good doesn't mean life is good. You can be surround by other people and feel the loneliest.  Power brings power, nothing else. What does power mean to me?
I pursue what I think will make me happy. Bring a smile to my face, laugh until my stomach hurts. What gives me the will to get out of the bed in the morning.
I don't know what makes me happy, isn't why we pursue things in life, to see what makes us happpy, who's company we want to keep? 

Well here's to my life's search and my pursuit of my personal happiness.
3, 2, 1 GO

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss

This has been an idea in the works for the longest of time. A theory which over and over and over again has been proven.
Never kiss someone who you are interested in. See there are good and bad aspects I see here. I love going out and having an excuse to wear 5 inch heels and a short dress. I like the idea of going out and casually meeting people. I love how I can meet someone in one night, dance, kiss and never know their name. I loved  that, you know the first half of the year. I hate how I have a wonderful night with someone, I might see them again, they might add me on facebook. That's it, usually no more. How does anybody live here, live like this? I mean just talking about the last week I kissed a guy Thurdays, a different one Friday, and then another one Sunday. Not one has talked to me since. Que poca. I mean how does anyone go on like this. I mean I love crazy nights, nights I don't remember and so, but please someone tell me this is strange. Life in New York was more like you like a guy and you never tell him, the same if he likes you. I mean here I can just go up to someone ask their name and they will like me (short time guarenteed)...
The first part fo the year I was let's say "shy" and if you know me, it must be hard to believe. However since getting to know people, the area and the culture I would say i have adapted. However if adapting is kissing now not asking  and later feeling empty, I have offically adapted. Maybe this is just what it is like for foreign exchange students, you know the ones who walk into any public area and everyone knows they aren't from here.
This subject has ocassionally coming up, over and over again.... I mean out of over 6 months in this country I have kissed who knows how many guys. At least 20, I have only kissed one twice. Even the nice guys I have met that started out as good friends and at some point took a turn for the romantic side they didn't call me.
I love the ironic part too. I can be blunt, what do I have to lose. I asked one of the guys "How come we never went out liek you said." And here's the bullshit response. "I have to go to school from Monday to Saturday and then I spend Sunday with my family." You make me laugh. Then a week later this guy talks to me out of the blue. I hate lairs I told you that. "But didn't I treat you well?" "uhhhh, NO?"
I refuse to say it is cultural differences, because I have blamed that before. But sometimes it is just plain assholes, sometimes it is the large amounts of alcohol the population has drank that night sometimes it is just bad luck we could say. Sometimes it is my own feeling of lonliness that drives me to find someone to spend the night with...
I just want to post this, becuase once I write it I am free of it. So let me be free.

You.

You. Out of everyone. Out of everyone,  I didn't notice you. I forgot you. I don't know why that was. You made me remember you. You made me want you like you wanted me. How could I break something that didnt exist. You weren't anything. But, you forgot me like I had forgot you. You made me crazy, filled my head with thoughts of you. Now I'm crazy for you. And you don't want anything from me. Out of everyone, I forgot you. You made me remember you. I wish you had forgotten before you reminded me.

You were my Drug

You are my metaphor, the endings of my beginnings of my sentances You are my uplift to disappointment and you cushioned all my crash landings. You made me smile when I wanted to do anything but, you were everything. You'll never know how much you meant to me. There were no others, just me and you. 

You were my drug. It the most metahporical sense. I didn't want to go a day without you, almost as if from addiction. You soothed my problems like a good trip. You made me happy when nothing else would. When the world looked dark there was always you. You're the most powerful drug, stronger than crank, crack, LSD, weed, mushrooms, every drink cocaine, than every drug in existence. There were no harmful side-effects... your drug filled me up and kept me feeling high. You were my drug, and our drug was absolute love. 

I've Always wanted to Say

For the majority of my life I have dedicated most of my time with my friends... rarely ever did I have to deny a friend in need for family obligation.

I just realized even though I currently have good friends who make the passing time more enjoyable, today I'm proud to say one of my friends invited me to do something and I prefer to spend the time with my family. "I can't.. I'm going to eat with my family, then go to the mall with my family and see a movie and have coffee." You can really find family anywhere.. and I found one here in Mexico.

I've always wanted to say that. Inbetween leaving the house, getting kicked out of the house, problems from all directions I ran to my friends who got me through the toughest times in my life. I've jsut always wanted to say "I can't, I am doing something with my family."

This Is Why I Don't Want to Know Your Name

The other night history has repeated itself. How many times have you met someone interesting of the opposite sex. Someone who you might have instantly feel attracted to? How many times has this happened..
A few days ago I met a guy like many times before. Except along with the few others I asked or knew the name things thus far have not turned out so well.
It's as if asking for their name and establishing some connection some knowing ruins all future possiblities. I will never forget the best nights especially where you find someone to share the night with.
However I have one referenc point but the morning after I felt no regret. The night I kissed a random stranger in the "calle de beso" or the street of kissing. Just like that, a good story, no regret.
All the other times I knew their names. Just knowing that broke my heart a little every time because they never made a move after. That's why I don't like playing the game. I have given up so many times because of heartbreak... and every time, the last time is forgotten it happens again and I am reminded.
This is why I don't want to know your name.

This is how fragile it is.

Someone died today. I don't know who. But when my family comes home crying after hearing of a death, I can't not do anything.
One day someone is here and the next they could be gone. This is what we never fail to realize. What we always forget. How fragile life is... and once it is gone... it will never be brought back. That person will only live on in our memories and in our hearts.
What can we do? At a time such as this? What do you do as an onlooker to grieving? What words do I possess to ease the suffering. The suffering, slow and painful of my loved ones?
I woke up today as if it was any another day. The sun is still shining, the wind still blowing... but it doesn't feel right for me anymore.
Someone died.