Yesterday I looked at my reflection, and as I took off my Ray-Ban’s I started thinking:
“Am I good enough today?” I was as imperfect as always. With that magic in my eyes that could fool an entire country in war. And then, I answered to myself: “You’re good enough today, and you’ll be better tomorrow. Keep holding on, don’t fall; there’s a long way to go.”
And I walked with a direction, stronger than ever.
You are as deep as i am in the universe, for the constellations in your eyes know no boundaries. Your soul which moves your hands and squints your eyes, was made up of fallen stars and burnt out suns. Your mind which no other will ever fathom, is connected to mine through silent words, and screaming galaxies. *-Sandoval
She's somewhere far away sitting on her porch watching the sun sinking behind the church tower alone breathing the warm air as another day of her life is going to an end. 80 years and no smile wrinkles on her cheeks her forehead still a history book where lines of war and struggle are deeply written.
Her eyes full of colour, her heart a room where hope and sorrow constantly fight against each other.
Her voice, a joy to hear though it saddens me knowing that she goes to sleep as the sun does— lonely, in a dark, quiet infinity
She says she doesn't care She says she doesn't care that her grades are dropping She says she doesn't care if her dad hits her She says she doesn't care that 'he' left her She says she doesn't care when people criticize her all the time She says she doesn't care that she has no friends But, I know she does I know what she doesn't say She tries to hide the sadness but her eyes give her away Whether it's the crimson on her wrists or The way in which her breathing gets heavier when I walk past her explains it all She cares because she dances in the rain when everyone takes cover She is a poem in a world which is still learning the alphabet.