andrea-elizabeth
Mexican
My love-hate relationship with writing started when I learnt how to put letters together. I've always found the words to write just about everything except myself. So far I haven’t lived much but I've felt many things. Most of my writings are reflections of that.
I’m having an affair with my mind
I’m having an affair with your mind
Let us explore the grand questions,
the most profound of doubts, in the
vastness of different meanings.
In the most stimulating of loves,
intoxicating in a way no one else can understand
Let’s find together the meaning of everything
with nothing at all
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 6:51 AM UTC
Those burning questions, each day add up to more.
The key is missing, but there's a way out of this trap door
In fact, no one is hoping to be the lead role.
Too much asking, makes you think why you were born.
Understand, people already tried to solve this before.
This burning puzzle, way too hard to ignore.
Regardless of being puppets in a world wide show.
give us the chance to be the ones who get to glow.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
Que no me deje ni pensar ni gritar, ni sentir, ni desear.
Una droga que no me permita recordar, algo me haga olvidar.
Ocupo una droga que quite las impurezas, una droga que me limpie.
La droga que sea la única en poder cegarme (La distracción mas grande).
Ocupo una droga en la que deje de ser.
Una droga para dejar de vivir.
Tú eres mi droga, y no pido tu amor.
No quiero tu perdón, ni tus caricias, ni tu deseo.
Tu eres la droga, tu eres mi droga.
*No pido nada, no quiero nada, solo quédate a mi lado, y en tus brazos
poder sentir tu efecto en mi ser.*
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 5:57 AM UTC
I thought I did what was right for me, but I wasn't right to do so.
I thought I did what was making me happy, but I wasn't right to be so.
I thought I did what was fun, but I wasn't having fun in doing so.
In thinking I did, I wasn't.
In thinking I was, I didn't.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 5:05 AM UTC