Reach within my heart and rip apart the fibers.
Until your cold fingers grasp a piece of truth.
Reach within my heart and rip apart the fibers.
Until your cold fingers grasp a piece of truth.
Hey, You. Out there in your head, Getting lonely in your stead. Can you hear me? Hey, you. Against the quiet room, Writing stories as you brood. Can you fell me? Hey, You! Get out of your Head and take Flight! The fire within… It’s yours to ignite. ~S.O.F.
You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream. -C.S. Lewis Unless you’re dead. But if you’re still breathing, then you bet your asterisk you can keep setting goals and turning dreams into reality. My dream is to be a published author. What’s yours?
I’m from the father who poured his soul in the plaster
and pulverized his bones into the concrete of the steps and dripped his sweat and tears into every soup, every mixed drink, every daily special on his menu. Until he had become one with it. And would be forever lost without it.
You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.
The will to endure will triumph
over the will to conflict.
If you need propane, to light the fire,
conserve the desire, express without tire,
embrace the ire, but honor the supplier,
and feed when desired.
He wasn’t dressed like a disheveled, broken man.
His clothes spoke out “I’m a respected man with a streak of misfortune, but I’ll get back on my feet.”
Esencia desnuda
Que derrite mis prejuicios
Y abandona sus deseos entre las huellas
Que dejaste cuando te fuiste.
VIII. You have a fire burning in your heart.