Los sueños son la antesala de las utopías, y las utopías son las antesalas de las realidades. Louise Bourgeous Maman-Bilbao some years ago. Un encuentro poco significativo para ti. O tal vez solo de cronopios y pocas famas. Y por eso me retiro. 17 negative stereotypes about bipolar disorder.

The for real, for real. I wake up each day. I wish i could have been. I was never the kind of person that admired the green grass of my neighbors yard. I looked over there, yeah, and constantly- but I wanted something dead and brown. To lay down in bed.

Life is about the stories we live and the stories we tell. Literature is about preserving life and trying to create immortality. This blog is all about looking at literature while attempting to make my own writings. This Blog and her Muse. Your eyes go side to side. As you glance down the alley. And the lights slowly rise. Words echo in the dark. Some fall on self-blind eyes. And the wind blows with a turn.

I wish for lightning and thunder to imprison me in a bubble of silent chaos. A place where an ice cold glass of honesty costs nothing but a smile. Chaos is never more silent than when she walks by. Disasters are even more beautiful when she says hi.