I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru
I’m going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed
I made a decision, that everything will be alright
Going to stay strong and keep it tight, I’ll be there indeed
January 2011
Imagine life is a piano. The white keys represent the good times and the black keys represent all the pain and hurt. But as you go through life’s journey, remember that the black keys also create music.
You had me at “hello”.
Kissed her on the cheek said peace
Each and every week no sleep
Just dream states, far fantasies
Far fetched catches, stretching the galaxies
“I only talk from my heart, so open yours when you’re listening” - Blu
“Real” music….. That is a music which is made out of true passion and not in the hope to earn money or fame. A music that does not compromise with today’s unconvincing trends nor filters out all artistic elements by the use of basic and dull “recycling”. In other words, it is a certain goodwill – a will for grandeur and passion that guides us in our music choices.
We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us.
I’m afraid of loving you too much, to the point I won’t be able to let go. I couldn’t get myself into what seems like a blackhole. Your heart holds too much importance for me to completely break, so I felt it was best to give you temporary pain.
It’s not you, it’s me. As cliche as that is, it’s something that needs to be said. It’s the significant truth that you have to take hold of and never depart from. Keep in mind, I did not tell a lie when I said I loved you. I never lie about love, in fact It’s something I want no part of. I only see it as a trap that has made me incompetent to ever show you how I feel about you. I will always feel inadequate and my insecurities will never fail to push the good in front of me. But it’s something I’ve learned to live with. I’m pushing you away because of my inability to make you happy, not because the way I feel about you is inexistent.
Can we rewind? Travel back in time to remind our hearts what it was like to be on that mind-grind, unwind from our daily stresses and life’s messes. Tested on the daily basis, struggling the insecurities of being complacent, striving to be surrounded by all that is life-related and away from the shit society created. Collectively collecting bits and pieces of broken memories, nothing more than mere examples of what used to and will never be. Save this feeling of euphoria and ecstasy by emptying bottles of 40z nightly, while fighting the demons of my darker past. So take us back to all that made sense to us, the glorious, “in US we trust”. I want to push back the minutes, two hours further from the indefinite, three days closer to the infinite definitive. Let me.

I follow over 150 bloggers on Tumblr and I haven’t seen ONE post about the Tuscan shooting in Arizona. It’s been over a week since this massacre has occurred, and all I’ve been seeing on my Dashboard are insignificant photos of Golden Globe nominees and tiresome predictions of actors/actresses who performed the best job in “entertaining” the human race. Are people just being ignorant about this heartbreaking massacre, or just uninformed? Maybe I’m just following the wrong people.
I spent about an hour studying Jared Lee Loughner’s life and contemplated upon what exactly pushed him to resort to murdering 6 innocent lives.
But again, what about the Virginia Tech incident? What sets apart those two young college students? Perhaps to you, it’s one of those things you glance through and think, “there are some crazy people out there”. But have you ever wondered if there are others like them living in your neighborhood? Serving your food? Enrolled in your school? Have you ever pondered upon the concealed thoughts of your classmate sitting one seat ahead of you? Let’s be honest. Everybody knows or knows of that weird guy/girl who sits in “that one seat”, the socially awkward kid who refuses to speak to anyone at all. Instead of practicing ignorance, let’s practice something called compassion towards others. If you reminded yourself every day that one simple act of empathy might be able to change the fate of a future serial killer, a misunderstood and neglected person no different from you and I, you’d think twice about how you treat people.
Victims of the killing:
1. Christina Green (9-year-old member of her school’s student council, played in the Little League, loved music/dance and swimming).
2. John Roll (63-year-old served as chief judge of the US District Court of Arizona)
3. Phyllis Schneck (79-year-old great-grandmother active in her church and a regular volunteer)
4. Gabe Zimmerman (A social worker and avid runner who loved history and engaged in traveling)
5. Dorothy Morris (76-year-old who’s husband took two bullets for her, yet did not survive the last bullet)
6. Dorwan Stoddard (76-year-old threw himself on top of his wife and died by a spray of bullets)
The most violent element in society is ignorance. - Emma Goldman