Hoy hice algunos cambios en mi cuarto. Es impresionante como esas remodelaciones pueden cambiarte el humor en un segundo.
Estoy contenta, estoy muy contenta (:

Claroscuro

¿Es brillante esa pizca de ilusión? Esa que te obliga a levantarte. Te obliga a crear. Te inspira.
Ese súbito momento de adrenalina, ¿brilla?, cuando el inconsciente aparece más consciente que nunca. Ese momento en el que entendés todo sin poder explicar nada. De repente sos vos frente a vos misma. Ves todo. Hasta ese pedazo de oscuridad, ese que nunca se va, que te guía hacia sí mismo. Conviven juntos en armonía porque sabés que no podes dejarlo salir, y él sabe que si sale, nada va a volver a ser lo mismo.
¿Es brillante esa pizca de ilusión, o es acaso la oscuridad la que te guía?
¿No es es esa la agonía que vive en todos nosotros?, ¿el balance constante entre uno mismo y nuestro ser oscuro?

'It's one of those things people say: you can't move on until you've let go of the past. Letting go is the easy part. It's the moving on that's painful. So sometimes we fight it, trying to 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.'


Volví. Volví para mí, lo demás se irá viendo sobre la marcha..

Karen- You tricked me, you know? You tricked me. I would hear the doorbell ring and I would be running towards it. I'd be thinking, “I don't even like this guy, this is just some stupid fling.” Then I would open the door and all of those thoughts would disappear, because I'd see your smile and I was a goner. I trusted that smile. Strange, it changed so fast. Once you were my future, then you were my misery, now you're almost my past..
Hank- Almost.

Damn you. I was scared of this. Scared of how much I love you. Scared of feeling that I'd never be able to find happines without you, that's what I was scared of. I was scared of this. This, right here. Damn you.

Una canción

To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care,
and I miss you.