At these like times (hidden)

Sometimes, every while in a once, we experience small deaths.
Just partly, not all the way, just enough to make things infinitely more complicated.

In these moments, we just want to crawl into death and bed.
A great soul of our part is ripped from inside: the most frustrating pain of them all.

The fill never holes and we feel a ravishing hunger of another sort.
Honey, honey, you can want all you drink, but that fill will never be holed. A weak exterior with hollow insides is bound to collapse.

Just see and wait.
Wait and see how the emptiness wraps loneliness in you.
There's no such friend as a thing when we are dying through a small life.
Every fake is smile; all we want is to fill the missing part with cry that we tears.

Oh, take your see and time.
We'll all be alright, we'll all keep on dying, one life at a time.
One small death we are living, it's nothing too permanent.
All scary are changes, all forevers are deaths. All lessons made are new mistakes learned.

Oh take your time and see.
We might always need, want and love, but we'll all be alright.
You'll all be alright and I'll be ok.

El escritor político

Dos categorías para escritores:

a) abiertamente político
b) político en negación


Siempre habrán aquellos que reconocen su interés político desde el principio. También habrán otros que en un inicio, declaran desinterés por la política.

Pero chicos, chicos... La fama es poder. Y poder, es política.







p.d. Autoconocimiento. Recuerda: esta entrada reemplazó un borrador original cursi y repleto de sentimientos personales por doquier. Recuerda: no hablar de sentimientos personales, simplemente es... vergonzoso.