As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.

And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.

Shadow.
I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.

My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!

Langston Hughes 

Random list

• I want need mint colored vans 
• I'm still obsessed with the International Klein Blue. 
• I've been listening to two song on loop, on replay for the past 3 days (Miguel's do you... & Adorn) and I'm not even close to feeling tired of them. 
• I forgot I had a Neuro-Linguistic final today (I remembered exactly 1 hour before class). 
• I also managed to get my days mixed up and thought I had a week to write my Physiological Psy final project but no not really I have less than 12 hours before project is due. 
• Instead of being fire up about meeting these due dates I just feel like I wanna curl into a ball, listen to music and not face reality. 
• I hurt my neck yet again, due to stress. 
• I need to do laundry.
• My room is a mess. 
• I should really really stop buying clothes.
• I want need a white dress for new year's (something sultry yet classy).

"Change is the only constant" --Lucretius

Memoriando

Diego Torres - Tratar De Estar Mejor 

Mi diego favorito, con su pelo largo, con voz hermosa y siempre lleno de buena vibra. (no se si es tanto mi Diego favorito como mi yo favorito, aquella, la de entonces que amaba a su Diego de pelo largo).

Recuerdo que tu me decías: “entonces te guta el tal Diego mas que yo” —Y yo me reía y decía que si y tu te reías tambien. Porque sabias tan bien como yo que no era verdad. Sabias que yo te quería mas que a Diego y mas que a nadie. 

“…a pesar de todo algunas cosas quedan, los momentos vividos recuerdos que van a quedar, en lo profundo del alma. NADA PUEDE HACERTE OLVIDAR QUE ANDUVIMOS EL MISMO CAMINO.”