Day in

day out.

It's all the same...

The nausea,

roiling in the pit of my stomach,

threatens to bubble up to the edge of my lips,

regardless of the meal I've indulge in.

I'm sick with self pity,

and full of its shit.

I can't control my future,

nor the past that came with it.

I'm destined to fail before I even try

but I keep on thinking that maybe even I might win.And it's all a lie.

Oh, blast this love!

Why does everyone talk about it,

mulling over it like a child who hates his soup?

I can't think of a time when I knew what love was,

not even as a babe,

not even as a sperm,

not even when I got out of the house, tried to make my own way.

I'm not sure I believe it,

the fairy tale about love. 

How can none of us see?

It's a myth, or a lie,

but what ever the case, we still beckon its call

worse than the villagers in the "Boy Who Cried Wolf"!

At least by the end, they had given up his game,

while we as a whole

continue to lust after the name Love.

I used to like Red,

We held hands under white clouds

floating in blue space.

@Shells

@Shells

One thing that I often think of :

Dragons don't exist anymore. 

But I was born in the year of the Dragon

or so the Chinese claim.

I was supposed to be a lawyer, adept at critical thinking.

I was meant to be a powerful leader, fearless and without doubt.I was to be frugal with money, spending only on lavish wishes and desires.

But where are all the magical, shimmery adornments that seem to be missing?

I was supposed to be a lot of things,

but a dragon is not one of them.And I am suddenly disappointed at that thought.

Por mio,

Por ti

dos corazones del mundo

pero, no hablan aqui.

Quiero aver,    

aprender,quiero saber su vida!Entonces, cuando veo a sus ojos...

para amor y felicidad,Puedo entender tambien.