Just me and the stars tonight.

Oh, look at the stars.
Look how shining they are,
and oh,
how I wish I wasn't just talking to myself tonight,
But I am.
I am so damn alone this night.
But that's just so typical.

Look at the stars.
They made it big.
They're at the top of everything.
And as I stargaze,
I wonder
how
it might feel,
to be so wonderful
and having no one to really see it.
In the end,
everybody
will have been taken for granted.
At least once.


Look at the stars.
Always there,
but yet forgotten.
Look at me,
well,
nobody's here.
Am I dead yet?

I wish I wan't just talking to myself tonight,
But I am.
I am so damn alone this night.
But that's just so typical.

I have started to forget about me.
I no longer have a reason
for anything.

Oh, If I could just die
tonight,
It'd be fine.

Oh, if I just died
tonight.

Oh, if I just...

Just

I was doing
just great
without you.

Tell me,
now,

why
would you
come back?

Just to wreck me?
Just to burn down
the closure
I had finally found?

But no,
don't tell me,
go away.
I'd be pleased
if you just do.

This girl that I was
shall live in your memories
for it's no longer alive.

M TRAIN by Patti Smith

“I had read it some time ago but was so completely immersed that I retained nothing. This has been an intermittent, lifelong enigma. Through early adolescence I sat and read for hours in a small grove of weed trees near the railroad track in Germantown. Like Gumby I would enter a book wholeheartedly and sometimes venture so deeply it was as if I were living within it. I finished many books in such a manner there, closing the covers ecstatically yet having no memory of the content by the time I returned home. This disturbed me but I kept this strange affliction to myself. I look at the covers of such books and their contents remain a mystery that I cannot bring myself to solve. Certain books I loved and lived within yet cannot remember.” 

Purpose

Find me a place to start over
and a reason to live for
because I can't take this emptiness anymore.

No title yet

Some names lead to disaster
and yours put me through Hell.
You were as poisonous as you said you'd be.

La miro y recuerdo
que nada es lo que parece,
porque es a ella
a quien miran los espejos
cuando se rompen.