so many words
so many words
so many words words words
that are capable of cluttering
into one big catastrophe in my mind.
so many thoughts
that carry so many words
each independent on their own
which come close to collision
a hair’s width of smashing into each other
but keep separate
thanks to a slight impression of sanity
stored in a dark corner of my brain.
Ä 40-track playlist of classical/contemporary classical/instrumental music compiled to help you study, sleep, relax, or as the mix title says, clear the clutter out of your mind. Hope you enjoy it.
Kick ass playlist for homework making.
There is a classical version of the classic
Where is my mind by The Pixies
While I was thinking about
How legitimately cool people are simply cool
Without even trying
In comparison of how others try too hard
To show off their lives, their food, new clothes and new gadgets
In all the social media possible
Simply strikes me as unappealing
Awful and shallow on my behalf
But I’d rather not be their friends
And not subject myself to superficial needs
Of recognition and acceptance.
The song I was listening to ended,
My thoughts concluded into one solid thought
Your life is interesting when you live it
There is no need to flaunt
When you’re your biggest fan.
Estoy 100% segura que cada Sampedrano ha recibido esta pregunta por parte de un extranjero. Es inevitable que se hagan esta pregunta, ya que en el exterior nuestra bella ciudad es mostrada como la más peligrosa del mundo, la más violenta, la que tiene la mayor cantidad de homicidios, etc..
The time I gave free hugs to strangers in a unknown city. Genuine and simple love can go a very long way. I clearly remember the BEST hug I’ve EVER had was from a complete stranger that I saw holding up a free hug sign in Mexico City. I immediately broke off my group of friends and ran to him with arms wide open. He received me arms wide open, heart wide open, and handed me a free hug sign. Humanity isn’t all that bad after all.
It’s a morning of a million sighs.
A million thoughts running through my head
A million wishes I wish came true.
A million desires that feel dead.
It’s a morning of a thousand questions
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Who do I wish you could be?
It’s a morning of a lonesome soul
Waiting patiently for it’s turn
For it’s happiness to be returned
Which the universe abruptly stole.
In the “most violent” city in the world. How do people who live in SPS survive, go out, party, have a life…?
I’ve got a few pointers on this. I’ll post them soon :)