Happiness is contagious!

It’s been a while since I’ve ranted out anything, unless you’ve seen me for the last 6 months, then you’re better off having coffee with me than reading this post.

So here I am again out of the illusive realization that life without a place to portray your feelings without any limitation is a life without slavery. Make sense, no?

Maybe not but we are who we are and no one else but ourselves can deny that. Well to say the least, 2011 was a great year full of new experiences and great moments shared with my loved ones. I’ve found a direction and motivation to spend my days tirelessly without concentrating on the bits and pieces that make the steps so goddamn difficult. But hey, aren’t we all learning? Nobody becomes awesome tomorrow if they suck today. It takes time. Too bad, all those happy ending fairy tales I grew up thought me that everything should be perfect but nothing is. You use all the theoretical analogies that conclusively excludes the extrapolation of minorities and focuses on majority and determine your action from there, or you can have a on what kind of life you want to have and do whatever it takes to get there. 

Thanks 2011, you have shown me that I would like to die at the age of 27 because I want to be just like the 27 Club Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Brian Jones and Robert Johnson. That is if I don’t own a studio apartment by then. 

Screw that.

2012 is going to be awesome!

Excuse me Mister

What the hell are you waiting for?

He gave you love and so did she

But it takes so much more

Than a few million years of condescending

Hitting and Screaming and Laughing and Shouting

Always seems to be what you love to do

And that’s hard to believe

And I can’t let you go

And you can’t leave me

But all we know

Is that this feeling is never good enough

Excuse me miss

Why are you crying your heart out?

He gave you love and so did she

But it takes so much more

Than a few sacrifices in disguise

You give and take but you never learn

The hitting and screaming and laughing and shouting

I’m statistically speaking of the same fucking ending

When did this go wrong?

The clash, the cries, the yells, the fire, the blood,

It was the first time we bit the bullet, choking to the number four all the way to 13

the aftermath cost of life, excessive, so doggone excessive

A mob of televised supermodels calls for a call from the outside

I am determined to be the change

That you folks, never ought to be free from

“The day I watched you look away every time I gave a piece of me, was the day I knew this would just be a memory.”

He couldn’t help but clench his fist as the letter crumples in his hands. His bullet train heartbeat gratifies a vague feeling of extraordinary anguish and melancholic inspiration. It was as if he walked between the spaces of heaven and hell. He couldn’t project the rationale of his actions, which left him wondering “what the hell was I doing?”.

In a split second, he couldn’t resist physically abusing whatever was around him and that left him with a laceration on his right arm, a cracked index finger and a dysfunctional state of mind. He couldn’t comprehend what went wrong or how it turned out this way but who could better blame himself but himself. He stood up and walked out of the riot. He left his heart inside and never came back.

What eventually came back was his state of mind. Only to die in vain of a brain tumor he found out he had. He stood on the land of buried souls, thinking that nothing lasts forever but that doesn’t matter. Everything becomes a memory that only the ungrateful wishes to erase. bits and pieces. a small part. a word. a sentence. a paragraph. all of that makes up the unspoken eulogy of your death bed.