16 years of life. Trying to find out where I need to place myself in this world. I might fit in the puzzle after all. But not the way everyone thinks.
I've always admired women who were not phased by love. Women who would not just simply fall for a man. Strong women with character. Women who don't ask to be caught. But yet, are always followed.
A picture, so beautiful yet fragile. It is not as beautiful as the sight itself. I give it some credit, it creates a still of the moment and place. How beautiful.
You can convince yourself of anything. I just hope you convince yourself that you are good enough..
The heart makes sounds it shouldn't make when it goes through things it cannot take. It breaks, it breaks. I hear them say. Too bad I know this all too well.
7:00: When I wake. (Remember when we woke together?) 9:30: When I go to work. (Remember the days I would sleep in and stay with you in bed?) 12:30 When I take my lunch break.
Can you imagine the breath of air. Can you imagine the wind in your hair. Can you imagine him starting at you. Can you imagine it's only you two. Can you imagine the flowers afar.
It started with your eyes and the exquisiteness of their beautiful color. They brought about the most placid feeling. Then I became engrossed to the way your lips moved.
It concerns me that girls my age want Mr.Prince charming. Yes, I do admit that sounds quite nice, but I would more appreciate a Peter Pan type.
•And for what means do I find you calling me at 2am. *Well, I fell. •You fell. Are you ok. *You tell me. •Pardon. *I fell for you..
The waters of sea, may be too much to swim. The skies themselves know they are too far for me. They laugh at my avidity.
Maybe we are what we are, but the beauty and distinctiveness of it is that maybe we also can be commixed into a more complex state. A state of completion you and me. That state is love. -Isis Vazquez.