jueves, 13 de mayo de 2010

estoico.

Something kinda sad about
The way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can this mean anything to me?
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging
Till I feel something.

Show me that you love me
and that we belong together.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.







miércoles, 5 de mayo de 2010

Bolsa

Hoy desperte soñando que volaba con una bolsa de supermercado, un vuelvo celeste sin techo. Aprendi que no se puede enseñar, solo compartir. Este es mi despertar feliz.