most days are shit but these past couple of days have just kicked ass
not feeling all there. trying to recover from the fallout. falling in falling out. trying to decide which one of the two. who do i speak truth etc… sometimes i feel manic depressive how i code switch into feelings too high too low never just cool. but when i come back up or down in those seconds of transition i wonder what this is relaly all abou. it aint about me or you. nights like these i need pedro. waiting around for shit to get going. to then contemplate of having nervousness breakdown. of frank of incomplete poems. of him always making me cry.
frankly i cant spend my time philosiphizing cuz reality is too hard to make into symbols. cant spend my time wondering what shits all about. feel got to keep working to figure it all out. i aint feeling it. how i. wonder where my breath is at. where where things are at…wonder where im at and if im still there kicking it…..
no dejes que lamparas artificiales hagan de ti sombras extrañas, no sueñes si quieres que tus sueños se hagan realidad, tu sabias cantar antes de que fuiste dado un certificado de nacimiento, apaga la radio que este pais te dio esta fuera de servicio, tu aliento es tu tierra prometida, si quieres sentirte bien rico mirate las manos, es ahi donde la definicion de magia se encuentra……. Pedro Pietri
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.” – Arundhati Roy