Women always need other women to lean on. They become friends in order to hate...– Herta Müller
A Sad Child You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your...
Now, time for the wait but the clock is tick tick ticking. Only less than a week left.
And then, after a while, you realize that the end will always be death. Then, you realize that all your efforts, thoughts, and accomplishments were useless. All this trying and crying and laughing. Who’s going to remember? Who would want to remember those bitter arguments that led to nowhere? The awkward silence? Or the times when would always fall asleep together in a café while doing...
Wouldn’t it be better to turn life into poetry rather than to make poetry...– Octavio Paz
I don’t care if you don’t believe in God but please don’t make fun of others who do. Every time someone does, no matter how close they think we are, I immediately lose 99% of the respect I have for them. Granted, we could still be “friends” but I promise you that whatever we have will be shattered. A slight comment to that sensitive subject, I believe, is best not...
it is all the same because it is always you.