I miss you back then.

I miss talking to you
Not texting
Not skyping
Not IMing
I miss talking like we used to
When we told each other everything
I miss that
I miss u
I miss u back then
When it was all so simple.

Blood Bank.

Blood, blood, blood. A needle and more blood. And you see the drip and the bag and the name tag that has your name. Its your blood. Filling up the life veins of someone else. And all the iron and the cells that you made, but you gave it away. And that life fills another life. Bruises mark the entry point, bruises that remind you, you’re alive and well. And all the pain that they have makes it worth it, and all the sickness that they have makes it well. And in the end you know you gave, ‘cause you’re alive and well. ‘Cause you’re alive. Blood, blood, blood. Blood the color of life, blood the color of love.

I love things.

I love my markers and my pencils, my fantasy books and my comic books, my notebooks, scrapbooks, journals, sketchbooks and my quotebooks. I love my guitar and my music, my silence and my sound, my inspiration and my writer's block. I love my chucks and my jeans, my messenger bag and my gray coat. I love my room and my bed, i love my movies, my videogames, my coffee in the morning and my iced tea in the afternoon. I love those glasses i can never buy and all the other books i wish i had. I love to travel and to be home, i love the beach, the surf, the waves, the foam, the sun and sea. I love. I love. I know how to love. But there is nothing I love more than you.

Whole Again.

Put your hand into the fire.
Dream of far away places.
Visit invisible places.
Laugh at the sky.

Tell me you'll be here in the end.
Tell me time will never catch us.
Tell me I'm enough just as you are.
Tell me hello never goodbye.

Drink the water.
Feel the thirst.
Drink again.
Tell me im whole again.

Brightest Star

You're emotion, you're feeling, you're song, you're day, you're night, you're light and rain. You're golden days and summer nights, you're skin, you're breath, you're fire and ice. You're friday afternoons and saturday mornings, you're a fairytale and you're the princess, the mermaid, the fairy, the fair maiden, the queen, the rose and the thorn. You're the stream of light that peeks through the blinds, you're the morning dew, you're the cloud that shadows the field, you're the rain that freezes my skin. You're the brightest sun, you're the northern lights, you're eclipse, you're comets and meteor showers. You're letters, you're words, you're lyrics and music, ink and paper. You're dreams, futures, plans and visions. You're the space inside me, you're my brightest star. I love you.

Write.

I have a need to write that goes beyond my somewhat rustic writing and literary abilities. I see stories unfolding in front of me, beside me while I sit in a coffee shop, the person next to me in the bus and my classmate looking out the window. These stories speak to the fibers inside my heart, to the paint splatters I call my imagination and make me promise the unfolding of their tales. Characters make appointments with my words in order to make sure their stories do not go untold, because above all else, their existence depends on my ability to find enough time in order for me to bring them into life. A skinny yet courageous librarian lost in the middle of a lost european town, a noble soldier lost in the northern borders of an until now unknown kigndom, a girl with long hair that moves every piece of my heart with her voice and those precious emerald eyes. I have made an oath to them, to myself, to my words, poor as they might be, but overall I am committed to tell of the redemptive tale that overshadows everything else, at the same that it permeates our very existence. His story, his dreams and adventures, his ever present watch over this broken, rebelious creation that He loves above everything else. This is me in a neverending quest to find these people wherever they could be, and follow them through their trials and brokeness. This is an oath taken to show others and introduce them to the many stories that revolve around me and that have honored me with making me their voice, their usher to your life and your imagination, their keeper and treasurer. Their author.

Lost in your heart.

Im lost in her heart, marooned in her rich grounds and colorful landscapes. I ventured once into the unknown that was her affection and found currents so strong that made me lose my way, made me forget my speech, my writting lost and my voice impaired. Her summer scent lured me in, her thick gold hair embraced me and now im here to stay. This is no mere shipwreck or lost expedition, this is shangri-la, this is el dorado and its mine to keep. So, to anyone who finds this, tell my friends and family im here to stay, that im more than fine, more alive than I'll ever be and more and more in love each day. Don't come looking for me, I'm already found.