Soy yo, y ¿Que más da?
Me miró al espejo y odio mi aspecto,
Bueno, quien soy mejor dicho
Y por la clase d persona que me he convertido

Rompo el espejo por miedo,
Miedo a saber que de verdad soy así
Huyó del reflejo, de las miradas de todos,
Basta, yo se quién soy y quién fui

¿Se pueden callar?
Solo quiero respirar y volar
Llora y reír
Cantar y brillar

Sin embargo el pasado me ha de abrazar
Y yo he de mirar
Ver en qué me convertí
Y ver cómo me marchite

The smoke dissolves in my lungs. A constellation  of bright stars forms in the depths of your eyes, weaving a language of orchestral, luminous memories—one that cannot fathom the endless possibilities of your devotion.

Maybe if I write these words and keep them inside my dismantled heart, love will come to find me. Maybe in a thousand abysses that grieve love, the heavens and the earth will entwine their fresh waters and frozen tears; faint sheets of light will envelop my already soul-weary skin and thus will seep in like a sun gently fleeting its warm light into the night sky, sojourning in the consoling darkness until dawn.

And if I tell you, that I have so much love to give, would you grow thorns and leave me in the cold, barren night like a stray dog, or would you come running across the ends of the earth—tiptoeing in bedazzling stars and soft sands, rushing into me?

Her thoughts are like a hurricane,
lifting her from the ground of sanity
and tossing her among the rubble of darkness.
Olive—

Like our planet on a 24-hour cycle, my location is filling with the light of one rotation, transporting me from darkness into light.

The next rotation of my location is the dark side of my spiritual sphere; and the next spin will once again transport me into
the light of day, the light of the world.

We all know that the sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. Our perspective is from our location. We may be on the other side of the globe--the dark side--but our location will, in one revolution, be filled with light.
We are all caught in this literal and figurative human cycle of day and night.

We need to have faith in this
as we must have faith in
gravity, because the alternative is unimaginable darkness!!!

This knowing is not only
cerebral, but tabulated by a spiritual equation. We must believe because there is no
way around it. We simply
must believe or lose it all.
Our orbit will decay otherwise.
We will cease to rotate on
our own axis. So in a sense,
do or die, because I will
surely die spiritually if I
don't get lifted to that
spiritual space.

There is too much at stake; there is so much to lose if I
don't transcend the earthly
plane of spiritual death and simply believe beyond hope to be freed from the perceived hopelessness and helplessness of our universal existence.

The sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. We simply must have faith and patience to wait our turn.

You were my angel.
I was fading into the background,
and you reached out your hand.
You carried me to the sun,
and showed me everything I thought I needed.

I was worried we would burn up,
from how bright it was around us.
But it was a useless fear,
because you let go.

You were supposed to save me.
You were supposed to be my everything.
I fell for so long,
yet so fast.

Now I've finally stopped falling,
and I'm bleeding out on the pavement.