the fall

The way we fell, And, oh, how fun It was to fall. I could have Fallen forever. Yet, no matter How high The descent begins, The ground, Hard and unwelcoming, Must continue to Come closer and closer.   As soon As you closed that Taxi door, I hit the ground; And I've been Trying to…

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caótica

as of lately casi siempre me siento un poco más lento i’ve made decisions que no puedo cambiar no puedo olvidar decisions without revisions I didn't think de que sucedería mientras yo hacía esas cosas I just acted yo seguí mis emociones sin pensar de los resultados and now espero que yo podía hablar decir…

Young

There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope…

A Kiss is A Conversation

//circa August 2017 Cicadas chirping overhead, one sentence plays over and over in her mind: a kiss is a conversation. She thought of this sentence when she was staring at some Picasso painting of a woman, after reading a quote on the wall said by Picasso himself, that women are machines for suffering. Thoughts of…