S C O T T I E | H U G H E S: on 'murrica, pt. 1 →
scottiehughes: A very long time ago, I made a promise to myself that I would rack off to Canada if “my side” wasn’t elected in the next presidential race. There are other places, sure, and I can certainly move wherever I like (circumstances permitting) after I flee the country. This was all when I had a decent…
Do you even know what a question is?– the illustrious tom
What is about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things?– Leslie Marmon Silko, The Turquoise Ledge
No sé ni quien soy...
Mi semblante no se despeja tratando de darle paso a una ansiedad que se queja lamentos del anima, mejilla trazada, lágrima negra. En desasosiego busco aturdido la felicidad que no se deja. Camino en total obscuridad tropezando con la dignidad ausente, siega. Quien soy? Qué soy? Una mascota o un juguete, mierda! Ya no quiero excusas ni rodeos dime, quien soy! Mi ser anhela….
scottiehughes: years ago when I was growing up in a smaller house I learned how strict the yoke of fear can pull round the necks of ones you love; now I only wonder if I have truly scared you off yet, or if in this make- believe house the one who’s most afraid is only me again
I’m tired of seeing how every day I go out of my way for others but in return I don’t see the same thing. I’m tired of how egoism rule and people don’t even notice. I’m tired of always caving in to help, talk, W/E but when it comes to me not even the ones who claim to love me are there @ all. I have to stop putting myself into that position….. My heart is...
Sadness, disappointment running around in circles like a tire on the road, pointless Never seeing the days light forever lost in front of all… invisible, shrouded in darkness, night…..
all this trouble for nothing… boy you got to learn, know your place!
Mediocridad ninguna palabras egoistas te entendi no hay duda tus caprichos y acciones de mi mente laguna pantano de medias verdades de convencerme procura. Si todo lo que soy te enoja por que insistes en la locura?