To feel your flame fanning my feet. It’s these little moments for which I live. As long as I can do this, it is not so bad that the pages of my calendar have turned to October and the marble floors are a frozen sea. As long as I can do this, let that inevitable…
In high school, I was definitely not one of the “cool kids.” From Freshman year up until Junior High, I did my homework on time, I paid attention in class, I was super quiet and always afraid to raise my hand — even though I always knew my sh*t. I never went the extra mile….
I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic cases of senioritis (self-diagnosed). Other than that, I was the nerd who couldn’t wait to put her new pencil to use. That might explain why I wasn’t appointed the cool…
If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more poetry, such as this short story; the story of how I’m unable to tell more stories. So, you see, solitude isn’t all that bad — and learning how to prioritize doesn’t hurt either.
The dance was only the beginning, they soon learned.
La multitud te aclama: ¡Otra! ¡Otra! Y te quedas ahí, absorbiendo todo. Las miradas. El cariño. Los aplausos—hasta aquellos que aplauden solamente por pura borrachera. Eres dueña del momento. The crowd goes wild: One more! One more! And you just stand there, taking it all in (the moment). The gaze. The affection. The applause—even those…
Lately, I find myself overly appreciating everything. Anything may turn into a lovely piece of art, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’ve learned to look at the positives in the not-so-positive moments, turning them into poetry or a symphony. I’ve learned to appreciate the smallest things. The other day, as I was doing…
I wasn’t always free. The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in, year after year, removing the shame layer by layer, until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained. It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since.
Sometimes in life we forget to care for things and people that should’ve been under our watchful eye all along. We neglect them. It’s also a very human behavior that, once we realize that something or someone is gone, we want to do anything in our power to get what’s lost back, to start over…
Live. Free, like birds. No rules. Open path, leading to a world unknown to me, to anyone. Living is already a risk. What’s one more try at something extraordinary going to do? Trying is always better than not. Sing to a powerful song. Listen to a loud tune. Dance to a wild beat. So good…
I saw a clock turn time today, it was quick and sharp. From seven to eight the dots blinked once. A rarity it is to catch the clock doing time Because though it’s its job it is too fast for the eye. Perhaps that’s my fascination we never see eye to eye Me being the…