Dear Silvia,

It will probably be difficult to see each other over the next few busy weeks, however I just wanted to thank you for letting Ivan tell me first. I appreciated that very much.

This will take some time to register with me, although sincerely, I am so happy for the both of you. Perhaps this is something Ivan has sought after for a while. ( Read more... )

Right now I guess I'm just writing to myself and I don't mind.  It makes me happy to think that in the abyss that is the world wide web my thoughts materialise into shapes and structures that mean nothing to people and something to me. It's been a while since I last did this ( Read more... )

a jealous fever and confusion of the couple in my bed.

I miss kissing for hours.... just kissing....

Our love is different.

And I still write his name with my fingertip on my pillow case.

"May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where ( Read more... )

I awoke, studying the ceiling and it's many crevices. Getting out of bed, I approach the bathroom mirror inquisitively:
Am I beautiful today? I stand straight and my eyes travel across each feature. A serious face. Not nervous. Not unhappy.

Before the wedding, advice had been plentiful. Remember it's a day for you and Jose but be mindful that it's ( Read more... )

It's hard ( Read more... )

Without realising, seconds slip through our fingertips. I look back now at the people who played some role in my life and I see how far they've gone since then. For some (or one in particular) it's hard to accept their happiness. But that's all you wanted for them all along. For others, it's easier to know they've gone on to achieve what they've ( Read more... )

So I'm here once again.

Looking for inspiration, or a quick fix.

Perhaps the lonliest times are when you know something he doesn't.

And lying is your only hope.

So let's lay here, together. Because we've been barren and abandonned. And no more can we be. No less or no more than what we are.

No longer searching. Only waiting. Hoping. Dreaming.

I dreamt of that horse again last night,
The black Stallion.
Unbridled.
He and I galloped across green feilds.
I wasn't afraid with him.
And he was there.

¿Porqué no te calla?