lately..

i want to paint the ocean
on my skin
and i will be there all the time
when its cold,
ill be there
and there,
it will be warm
and it will have life.
when everything is dead here,
i'll have the ocean on my skin.
and I'll stay alive,
while everything dies.

"this world is too big for us
and our stupid instincts
and our stupid fucking desires"

i am indecisive as fuck.

"i think you should importa.."

who cares what you wear?
who cares how you look?
who cares how you feel?
who cares how your hair looks?
who cares how you do in school?
who's gonna ask you how you did?
who's gonna tell you, awesome job?
who cares how good your work is?
who's it gonna matter to?
me?
pare que matarme sobretodo.
no me importa, y no le importa de nadie más

quedate luna

tenía una pesadilla
que te dije que te amé
y estaba tan avergonzada
que me enterré vivo.

¿pesadilla o ensueño?

mucho gusto, traeme abajo.

i am lost in my yellow room again
i have been sucked under yellow sheets
hibernating with yellow fibers
still asleep since february.
february..
can i survive another?

such as life

prevention
conception
rejection
protection

exemption
expression
impression
direction

deflection
correction
discretion
reflection

erosion
commotion
explosion
demotion

destruction
corruption
instruction
reduction

termination
damnation
creation
explanation

collection
recollection
depression
regression

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