Pa que fue eso
I wrote this through my boredum at work, after remembering a part of a dream I had two nights ago.Yesterday’s dreams come to me with total disregard for today’s responsibilities. They stop me in the middle of thoughts and ask sin permiso to be assigned meaning, but really all I get is a fun filled re-feeling. The re-feeling of memories from my past, experiences which deserve to be retired.. worse, laid to rest, consumed by times wait. And this train of thought only brings me to further impossibilities, making clear time’s intangibility - it's possible to manage time but it's impossible to hold it? stop the world to melt with you. i need answers..
Sometimes, most of the time, as of late, I've been caught as an observer of moments..memories in my mind. fascinating really the history, the perception from a single frame..the frame of my perspective. esta viejo el santo. and all my aspirations lie in the future, feeling stuck between today's nasty obesity and the other fat lady on the train. That's fucking romance. HOwever, consumerism has been holding me over. when I buy shit it actually makes me feel a whole lot better. Isnt it nice to be Americain. A mere I Can. Capitalism was a great inventor. The present is shit, stunningly, everywhere.. However, I agree it does demand a certain regard because if you don’t respect it: EL FUTURO ESTA JODIDO.
Estoy viviendo a traves de mis suenos
Save me.
posted by Alectrocution @ 8:17:00 PM
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