Saturday, April 21, 2012

moving on

It's one of those things that people say, you can't move on until you let go of the past. Letting go is the easy part, it's the moving on that's painful. So sometimes we fight it, try and keep things the same. Things can't stay the same though. At some point, you just have to let go. Move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it's the only way we grow.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

the more time i spent with him
the bigger the adventures get
projects unravel in seconds
big plans are made on paper napkins
and time flies while we are at it
although that's all he does
my dads a dreamer
i get it from him...

Thursday, December 01, 2011

dreamers and realists

there are dreamers and there are realists in this world 
you'd think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists 
but more often than not the opposite is true 
you see, dreamers need realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun 
and realists need the dreamers because they might not ever get off the ground...

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


these couple of months i havent found words to write, can't seem to explain to myself how i feel
i'm distracted, ive tried new things, i'm numb, bored, careless, i dont wanna do much,
i cant seem to decide on things
is this what growing up feels like? maybe i'm just out of place?
or perhaps i'm trying something way too different?
i dont seem to know much about anything...

Friday, September 30, 2011


Sometimes it happens in an instance. We step up, we see a path forward. 
We see a path and we take it. 
Even when we have no idea where we're going.

Friday, August 05, 2011


Words are, in my not so humble opinion, the most inexhaustible source of magic; 
capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.

-Albus Dumbledore

Friday, June 24, 2011


no se, que fue lo que paso?
cada día mientras escucho a la gente hablar, no entiendo
ni se, en que preciso momento fue que llegamos aquí
cuando fue que el amor se volvió efímero, nos dieron derecho a juzgar,
las excusas se hicieron aceptables, nos hicimos expertos en todo y la soledad se volvió codiciada?

no se, pero aveces pienso que simplemente, mentimos...