Ahora yo se...

Me siento loca pero con razón. La universidad me pone loca. Me pone nerviosa, celosa, enojada todo que no quiero ser. Pero yo se que necesito estar aquí... solo es el primero día y empece a hacer mi tarea... no se que onda sircusa pero cuando llego a el dormitorio todo cambia... extraño mi pueblito donde no hay nada y nada es complicado... como siento que no puedo estar aquí... como siento que no puedo hacerlo... pero sabes que necesita pasar.... y necesito aprender como hacerlo en el momento y hacerlo.

MOVIE QUOTE

‎"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 everyon's time comes to an end.

THIS ISN'T MINE HOWEVER IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIE QUOTES...

y no sentia..

no sentia nada
ni un poquito
talvez soy culpable
quien sabe...
soy yo, nadie mas,no puedo ser otra persona
asi pasa en la vida
asi sientes
vacio
vacio como los manos de un pobre de la calle
tal vez es algo no puedes arreglar
tal vez
asi es la vida
seguimos viviendo sin saber
sin ver
sin sentir
asi es la vida a veces...
solo hay que esperar..
y esperar
y esperar
hasta el punto que algo cambia
tal vez para el mejor
o tal vez el contario...
no sabemos
solo hay que esperar
no sentia nada
soy yo, nadie mas, no puedo ser otra persona
solo hay una cosa que hacer
esperar hasta el punto que no puedes mas...
asi pasa en la vida

My time is more...

And the time is always running...
never along your side,
in the different direction in a full stride.
Sprinting...
You gasp for air...
you choke,
you fight.
However, it is the battle that cannot be won.
Time truly never seems to be on your side.
It always asks too much,
and takes more than you have to give.
Asks you to leave,
and forces you to go.
It breaks you heart every time.
Time is supposed to be ticks on the clock,
The passing of the sun,
East to west.
The crossing off of days
and changing of years.
My time is more.
It is the smiles shared,
and the laughter which has arisen.
It is the shedding of tears,
and the letting go of sighful relief.
The leaps and bounds made.
The whispered "I love yous"
and the screamed fury.
Loud music
and lonely drives through back roads...
My time is more...
and although it is always running,
and although it hurts,
burns, tears and kills...
it might break, cut, stab and injure...
it is just what it needs to be.
Precious,
unrepeatable and irreplaceable
My time is more.

I do, I want, I am...

I do because I want.
I want because I am.
I am because I was born.
I was born out of love.
I am a by-factor of love.
I am full of love.
I give and receive.
I smile, I breathe.
I am love,
I am the middle man in-between giving and receiving...
I write, I sing, I dance.
Everything I do is a piece of my love.
I give a piece of my heart,
Little by little,
All that I can spare.
I fill up my heart and give what I can.
I do out of love,
I want out of love.
I was born out of love,
I am a by-factor of love.

Let it Burn

Goodbye to being depressed, laying in bed way too long and feeling empty. Goodbye to letting the past consume me. Goodbye to feeling sorry for myself and being a person people can hate. Goodbye to procrastination and being melodramatic. Goodbye to over eating and letting addiction control me. Goodbye to falling in love too quickly and the contrary trying not to fall in love. Goodbye to lying. Goodbye to doing things in the last minute. Goodbye to being anyone but myself and anything but all I can be.
Goodbye 2011
With love,

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.