Simplest love.

I don't even know what I am feeling right now.

This decade is almost over, and I try to remember where I was when it began.

A house in Mexico City, I had spent the better part of the night trying to explain how to play football to the Mexican kids in my broken Spanish, the evening was wrapping up so we went into a sort of living room and watched the TV and waiting for it to become midnight.

The fireworks outside were exploding as my little sister, mother and I watched the millennium die and be reborn into where we are now. Her next year would be her last, and the next ten years would make me who I am today.


A decade passes, life was so simple, what will another decade do to my life?

If we're all slices of each other than what slice am I to you?
I want to be your best slice, and I want you to be mine.

Eventually the mind gives up as well, and it's hard to bounce back from that.

get me out of here.

get me back here.