He would sleep as long as he could, after dinner to as late into the next day as he could. His dreams would be filled with so many wonderful things, his head clear of any horrid events. But, mostly, in his dreams, his grandfather was still alive. In his dreams, he rarely saw the relative, but he knew, in that dream-fazed mind, that his grandfather was good and breathing. And that helped him. That saved him.
He knew he was probably excessively sleeping, but he didn't care. Whenever he had a rough day and wished so bad his grandfather was there, but then realized he would never see the man again, he slept. He could never cry, he hated crying, it always gave him a headache and made him feel weak. But, with sleep, he could get happiness and joy.
He had realized he was probably scaring his family with how much he locked himself in his room; however, he couldn't help it. To him, it was like losing his best friend. He didn't know how to cope. And it didn't help that the one person who offered to help console him knew nothing of this kind of pain.
Soon enough, he didn't see life as anything important, he didn't see day as something he should be happy with. Instead, he was more unhappy awake, but when he slept, he could always smile. He treated sleep like his sanctuary, always helping him like it was something that could cure a man of the most disasterous disease. It may not have been important to anyone else, but it was his main priority.
Eventually, he found himself sleeping through breaks at school, his friends not being able to make him happy or smile. He liked this different realm he went in, it made him seem stronger and it made him feel a hundred times better.
<3
jueves, 18 de febrero de 2010
miércoles, 17 de febrero de 2010
keep-ing on without you.
Él odia el silencio, siempre lo ha hecho, siempre lo hará.
Es por la sensación de poder escuchar todo, pero no oír nada.
La desesperación de sentir el vació al oído.
it's not everything.
Hoy escribí algo relaciona al Silencio, el ruido y la falta de este, bleh. Pero no es algo que puedo poner por estos lados (?). Mejor lo mando al LJ, igual, seguis siendo mi favorito blog.
(aunque verdepepino siempre será el más mejor)
lunes, 15 de febrero de 2010
atadita-
give me an ending
then we'll stop pretending
if we stop pretending
we know where we're heading
cause i said stop but i'm still spinning
they've said i've lost but i'm still winning
burn quick and stand still
then we'll stop pretending
if we stop pretending
we know where we're heading
cause i said stop but i'm still spinning
they've said i've lost but i'm still winning
burn quick and stand still
oooootori :3
Hola, aunque solo seas un dibujito animado (??) ayer fué tu
cumpleaños, me
caes bien. ñañañaña Felizcumpleaños atrasado <3
sábado, 13 de febrero de 2010
viernes, 12 de febrero de 2010
J.
early in the morning, with the pale, blue-gray light streaming softly through the window, he was art incarnate - like a painting, or perhaps a Greek sculpture.
Only, he was better than art, because he was a living,
breathing person,
warm and comfortable.
He was real.
jueves, 11 de febrero de 2010
miércoles, 10 de febrero de 2010
tutututu
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn i'd heard him say it ten thousand times
If only i had been listening
domingo, 7 de febrero de 2010
lines
Time to tell me the truth
Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
To burden your mouth for what you say
cm m m m
Hotch: My team? Let me tell you about my team: Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity from the very people who could save him. Why? Because trust has to be earned, and there are very few people he truly trusts. Reid's intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions, and at the moment his shield is under repair. Prentiss over-compensates because she doesn't yet feel she's a part of the team; she needn't worry. Everyday Agent Jareau fields dozens of requests for our team, and every night she goes home hoping she has made the right choices. Garcia fills her office with figurines and color, to remind herself to smile as the horror fills her screens... And Agent Gideon in many ways is damned by his profound knowledge of others, which is why he shares so little of himself, yet he pours his heart into every case we handle. I stand by my actions, and I stand by my team, and if you think that you can find a better person for the job, then good luck.
sábado, 6 de febrero de 2010
silence.
I will forgive if you forget
All the things we said
Let's accept it
I need you more than you'll ever know
I still do, willing to let it show
I need a minute just to get to you
I feel like I might be getting through
Come over and say nothing
Silence is everything.
jueves, 4 de febrero de 2010
miércoles, 3 de febrero de 2010
4.
Tengo sueño, pero no puedo dormir, plus, no quiero dormirme a esta hora. Tengo hambre y no hay comida. Mi perro le está ladrando al sillón lo cuál me rompe muchisimo las bolas. Ya no sé que mierda de música escuchar, y eso que tengo para elegir. Tengo frío pero si apago el ventilador me da calor. No me está hablando nadie por msn y eso me molesta. Hay una gila que se conecta y desconecta todo el tiempo pidiendo san valentin, le voy a regalar un consolador con una tarjeta que diga 'yo soy tu san valentin' la concha de suya. La ciudad lechuzoide me está deprimiendo. No veo una mierda. Ay, esta canción es linda. Mi vecina le habla a mi mamá por la puerta, pero parece que le estuviera contando algo a todo el barrio, o más allá, dios, alguien haga que cierre su no bonita boquita. En fin; Chau.
if you ain't here i just can't breathe.
lions.
Run, run, what are you running from?
Let all your small steps expose your secrets.
You don't have to speak for me to believe it.
But what do you mean?
Yeah
Ha
ha
lunes, 1 de febrero de 2010
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