¡Corre a la Colina!

En el fondo se encuentran mis ideas al asecho de la duda de la gente. Preocupado por las evidencias que me presentan, pero seguro de que hago lo que es bueno...pero, ¿qué es lo bueno? ¿En qué me baso para decir qué es lo bueno? ¿Qué está mal? ¿Existen en dado caso alguna de las dos? ¿Qué deriva? ¿Realmente necesito una respuesta? ¿Qué logro? ¿ Lo requiero? Y no es que quiero llegar al libertinaje, pero estoy atorado en el desenlace...no puede haber rencor sin que exista el amor; mas existe la ira sin sentir el desprecio.

The whole system is turning into a massive maze of crazy ideals and emotions crawling up into our heads. It's your choice if you take it, it's your choice if you let it go. Just remember, what's gone may end up going out forever. What you get may not stay around forever, choose wisely, there is no time for regretting, life goes, life comes; pick the side you want, take the chance you want to have.

¿Habrá mañana algo igual? ¿El ocaso terminará con la luz de mi corazón? Una vez que nuestras almas se junten...¿Qué nacerá? ¡Dime qué será! Ansío saber qué es lo que será, preciso saber en qué terminará, la gente muere sin saber si ocurrirá. Una profecía dice que al final del ciclo, todas nuestras almas se juntarán y que en ése día todos pensaremos como uno solo. Interesante, lo sé. ¿Pero en qué debemos de pensar? ¿Cómo debemos de pensar? ¿Cuál es el máximo y último pensamiento de ésta vida carnal?

The end is close, I feel it, but I've never felt like I belong to this place as never before. Don't drag me into the darkness of the core, I don't want to return there, I don't want to feel the same again. A simple twinkle is all I need to crush the obnoxious pillars of those who have fallen down before; a twinkle, a simple twinkle will free myself of this desperate thought. Grab your shovel my friend, throw my body into that grave.

El Necio

Una pluma que cae del cielo.
Rendida ante el desprecio.
Busca el inocente sueño.
Despierta, que el mundo sigue.

Heridas hechas por piedad.
¿Heridas hechas por error?
Dolor que inmuta mi ser.
¿Dolor que arriva por temor?

Aterriza donde más te acomoda.
Permanece aquí hasta sanar.
Toma mi suspiro y hazlo callar.
Que tal vez mi viaje está por terminar.

Invencible Soy

Today I registered my subjects for second semester, I hope I don't mess this time around (I really doubt it). I'll take this semester:
-Algebra
-Thermodynamics
-Physics
-Statistics
-Chemistry II
-Organic Chemistry II
-Experimental Sciences Lab II

It sounds and looks tough, but I won't let that bring me down.

Since I got all my subjects in the morning, I was considering going to register to the gym again, but I decided yo wait a little bit more, I'll take first week of classes to see if I can handle it.

I've been feeling really weird lately, really, as if everyone is trying to "one-up" me, thing I really hate. And not because I can't deal with it, but it's sad to see people needs to do that. I sadly used to be like that, until few months back, but I'm still trying.

You know, I wrote down some words that I wish I could show everyone, but I just won't feel comfortable with posting them. Specially because they show how I failed with one of my dreams.

By the way guys, have I mentioned you I like to sing? Yeah, maybe my voice sucks, but still. *sigh* I wish I could be good for one thing at least. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm not good for anything,  it is just I'm good at some things, but I wish I could be really really good for something, something people would know about me because of how good I am at it.

Anyways, it's time to try to sleep again.