Enjoy the distance

The routine has begun: school, nonstop work, the wake up early in the morning and force shit out. Things never uncomplicate themselves. They just get worse and worse, deeper into the rut. Is there still a chance for me to climb out?

Everything sucks, especially connections with those whom surround us.

Things don't seem to change. Back on square one, when I had told myself I never wanted to play games again.

More on Rey and me? I think Rey is of the most genuine people I've ever met. I think Rey feels the same as I do, in that context (but perception is all subjective and meant to be bullshit). I see a lot of myself in him, an older version, wearing the scars that I am soon and inevitably meant to accumulate.

Currently we are waiting for word from the publisher. Shit is ready to fly, from my understanding.


I see children who do not speak because they have nothing to say

We do not kiss because
what we have between us
is only time to waste

and to complete us and touch
would be of the utmost insignificance.

I do not want to see us ever again
as friends.

Next time we run into each other
we will yell and look the other way
as awkwardly as possible,
tell people how much we
hate Jesus Christ.

I want to be your lesbian lover,
wear you as a leash.

You’re kissing an uglier boy
with thicker glasses than mine;
his nose is more crooked than mine.

He is five-years-old and I stepped on his feet,
and he only mentioned that the streets weren’t straight
and then tried to bum a cigarette off me.

I will hug you before I leave never to see you again
because I was run over as I nodded off trying to beg for change
in the middle of a busy intersection en Santurce
that became a highway in a Chinese city.

That highway was built entirely out of rocks:
Chinese rocks.

I cherish my words and hold them tightly in my pocket.

How did I make it there if I am here,
with you holding your hand?