Amo, Amo, Amo.

I still do… sooo much.

Hit Me Up

Who started it? What’s the reason?

Talk to me.

My Own Personal Objective

I spend almost everyday cleaning and throwing out and organizing but I never feel uncluttered. I can’t take a step within my own house without feeling claustrophobic. There are always too many papers, too many books, too many clothes, too many people. I threw out an entire desk; I’ve thrown out most of what I own. I need to breath, grow. I feel stunted.

When I’m not cleaning, I’m walking, running, biking, lifting, reading, writing, learning.

I’m nesting.

Dream XXIV

It was an odd, familiar one.

“Tell me you hate it.”

“Why is it so important for you to hear that? Even if it’s not true.”

“Tell me you hate it!”

“No, I won’t tell you I hated it because I didn’t. In fact, I liked it.”

“Why the hell are you doing this!?”

“I’m not going to stay here, I’m going back. I just want you to know that I liked it.”

But I made peace in the end.

And I Particularly Like

Maldita bruja, vete para el carajo.

Ya No Lo Siento

¿Que intentas?

Por qué me da igual.

What I’ve Come To Terms With

I understand, I do.

Finally.

The Same Room

Was it a coincidence? It happened more than once, so it couldn’t have been… Right?

Ugh, why is this still bothering me?

Listen

Everyday is a step forward.

I continue to move, move, move.
I will find comfort in the light of independence, because I must.

Dream XXIII

I could feel her trying to hurt me, but I sought atonement. I would bare any pain for forgiveness. The swelling was relentless and I could feel the metallic taste of blood on my lips, but I kept going. The more it hurt, the more my soul rose. All the love inside of me swelled in a(n awful) nimiety of ecstasy.

I wish it would happen.