Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

it had been a bad day. the one before was not better... the scars led to fear, but the fierce hate within helped me stand. intentions where never part of the thoughts and ideas that drove to these decisions. it was more than welcome the time of "no one else around" and with it the marvelous feeling of "why bother?", so well fed by this Babylon ways. and yet there is always time for a new "you", and time to waste by playing the game of "me and you", yet no time to rest from the "me minus you". dim lights and foggy images bring back my eyes to yours and then.... ice ice baby. you were not looking for me, i was not looking for you, but our eyes met and then... in her clothes i dressed you, said one man once describing what i had seen in you. the red... within. never meant but apparent, and apparently seamlessly ridiculous to even consider. but yet thought possible. hmm... whatever. i guess my next move should be to give no value t...

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within nights of disturbed imagery the lights of dawn hide far away i saw the sun... rise 3 times in one day and never leave my sight for 6 months felt the fall of night like surfing icy waves and loved the melting of the flowers and the four walls we shared were not enough so i left once again and discovered myself i'm just a fat sri lankan that likes to crush skulls with his middle fingers a hairy thai that walks with his knees on your heads a brown japanese that cuts eyes with finger-pointing blades a peaceful mongolian see y'all in india when cows stop flying i'll bring gifts from indonesia and marry a boricua right after the sight of flying castles in cambodian ships of massacre and nepalese bittersweets in bangladesh i'll free my soul in laos earth broke my heart in china i saw her face and burma made me forget and one of those cells had me good and once in those cells i felt i could and over again i had survived and other ways i walke...

up there in the sky, there the mirror we all scream to... she who reflects not only the light in us, but the evil as well. "never let your friends know your weak side, you never know who shall become your enemy". i remember those words from the holocaust of minds you call heaven in that little story book of yours. thanks to that there's a huge mine buried inside with all there is to know and nothing to be said about it . i'm tired... i tried i swear, to hold on, as tight as i could... but you are letting go of me now... and little by little you are more and more unreachable... lemme go play God in my dreams instead and recreate the times when nothing was weird for either one of us. maybe then i can find where it was that we got lost or separated. even if i find it, it'll be useless though... i can't fix it... nor can you. if you rewind this one story, you'll see that the mistakes that happened, were meant to happen. it is thanks to it that today th...

en lo pasajero esta la calma. efímeros momentos de lujuria y apatía trabajando al unisono para traer paz a las almas en pena. gemidos, rasguños, sudor, lágrimas... situaciones momentáneas que llenan por segundos y luego caducan, sin dejar rastro. terapia de un vaso de agua en medio de un desierto interminable como herramienta para la esperanza. ¿será posible que las cosas realmente sean como se ven? ¿serán lo que son? ...¿que son? son los que deben ser, fueron la falta de experiencia y serán la sobre-preparación. de la misma forma que tu rompes la norma del "hola y adiós" queriendo llamar de nuevo, como si un "hasta luego" fuera suficiente para aceptar tu presencia entre paredes más que sabanas. a él le parece ridículo también. él buscaba por más, pero encontró solo un beso, seguido del gemido del tiempo perdido por un amor que nunca se dejó llegar. imagínate lo que sintió, yo me pregunto que sentirás tu? no sin pronto olvidar. mira que fugaz nuestro deseo. mira...

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aveces quisiera llamarte... hablarte y decirte... tomarte y sentirte... quererte y vivirte; pero la dificultad de tener el único camino a ti, bloqueado por tormenta y penuria, todo gracias al pueblo pequeño [...], me irrita. irritado por las miles de veces en que tuve que cerrar mi boca, tensar mi mano y mirar al otro lado. esperando la otra bofetada que me hace falta para dejar esta farsa. olvidar las veces que negamos por cuidar[te]nos de las luces de aquel interrogatorio de la SS, donde tantos quisieron morir, mas que callar... aun si nuestras manos se encuentran en la penumbra... aun si... si el llevarte de la mano resulta pecado delante de los ojos que tanto te guiaron, talvez sea necesario cerrar los ojos y dejarse llevar... y lloverían estrellas... pero la cantidad de "peros" que caben luego de esta frase son mas pesados que las ganas que aparentamos tener... aparentamos buscar en nuestros labios un sitio para llevar la contraria. encontramos un lugar para dejar...