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For the first time in my life there is no dread in my heart; the feelings that exist inside me have a voice that causes no anguish to my soul. I am insane as I am in love with you with every everlasting breath between the last time I saw your face and the very next one; you're the melody I kept looking for with no avail. You're my eyes. I love you, Moon.
There in the shape shifting silhouettes of your face, I found something new each time I looked. Something new to cherish with my eyes.
Someone named William.
A veces por las noches me pierdo en la vaguedad de la oscuridad de mi habitación sin saber que es lo que estoy sintiendo. Me abruma la falsa serenidad y el temblor de mis manos y quisiera saber cuánto tiempo más tendré antes de que todo sea irremediable; el punto en que no haya marcha atrás y sepa definitivamente todo lo que esta mal para la fin poder disfrutar plenamente lo que esta bien. Quisiera escuchar los latidos de mi corazón pero sólo puedo sentir mi pulso y escuchar la interferencia de mis oídos ensordeciendo poco a poquito sin remedio. Maldita vejación. Malditas noches. Malditas maldiciones.
Alguien llamado Guillermo.
I thought a funny and stupid quote today while I had this conversation that shouldn't have provoked a line like this but, it feel true. "You will always be my Marla Singer but I promise to never be your Tyler Durden." Yeah, I know. It's perfect.
Someone named William.
Late retrospection always finds what I have been lacking and what I need the most. Just yesterday I got questioned about books by some new work mate and after breaking out some thought about my moment of speech I realized how much I needed to alleviate that outpouring flow of words (not even lots of words). It feels as if I have been miserably shaken aside from that important part of myself and suddenly my words and phrases break out without a confidence that only seems to stand firm with alcohol. Sad, I know. How shallow has become the ground I step in or how fumble has become my stomp in remarks of the confidence I have saddens me. Small talk kills me; I prefer not talking at all. Is it that hard to understand, accept and honour it? If I step back How did I find collaboration as a mean for introspection is the first question I need to answer in order to regain that lost confidence. April wasn't my month. April is never my month.
Someone named William.
Sin figura.
Ha pasado tanto tiempo desde la ultima vez que escribí aquí... que no me estoy completamente seguro de querer volver a hacerlo. Fue hace tanto tiempo que en algunos de mis sentidos y direcciones soy un nuevo individuo; sin los mismos ánimos e intenciones.
El viejo sentido de pertenencia se ha roto y podría casi afirmar que mis letras serán inclusive diferentes. Aun así quiero escribir. Siempre he querido y aunque las pausas se coman algo mas que el tiempo, yo se que volveré de algún modo a regar mis palabras en algún tipo de superficie; sea papel, monitor o las ideas (en respuesta) de otro individuo fuera de mi.
Volví. Me repito pero no soy el mismo. Nunca lo soy.
