I haven't written anything in a long time because for a few months I thought, I am in my twenties, I could not possibly have anything important to say.

That's how magazines regard my generation, right?

I'm not sure when that thought oozed into my head and out my brain, paralyzing my hands from writing. Humility is an odd thing because at one point you think you're being humble, and the next second you realize you've grown far too used to putting yourself down for no reason. It's all bullshit if you ask me. Then again, if you ask me if I've been asked, I'll answer: I haven't been asked.

Guichanaso.

'will i fall back in love?'
i ask myself when i find someone i like
'will i ever fall back in love?'
i ask myself when i walk away from her
i always wanted destiny to take care of it
most other things were natural, not earned
so that's all i knew how to do,
be wishfully passive
poetically minded
singing silent songs
seeing silver seams
and sieving solitude
out of the sort
i was always the lonely lot in myself
living ever so slyly
loving ever so slightly


Mothagesso

Figuring out my life was probably always my life's task. I don't think I'm ready to do it , though. Most of everyone else isn't, sure, but commiseration never help me figure it out. Just made it more complicated for all I know.

I wish my passion would just fall out of the sky or be written on it.


Mothagesso.