Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Watching music videos

I wanted to ask how were you wounded

I wanted to hear an answer

I have all these visions plaguing me of all these people I've known


Recognizing in my mind

memories of times they described that just didn't sit right

And me, too oblivious to peer in,

And ask them

Who was it you were when you were there and were you wounded

And what did it become in you and

Who are you

Who are you without the wounds

Who are we when we are becoming true

I don't want to breathe anew

I don't want to breathe anew

I am tired

I am blue

I am no longer new

I don't want to

ever be new

not ever again

Sunday, September 3, 2017

El mes de mi padre