i'm gonna vent because i'm that kind of person or at least

that's how i used to be

i always feel like my younger self in moments of solitude

and maybe that just means i haven't discover myself yet

i used to express my feelings without people asking for it

i used to write them down without thinking about them

and now i struggle with life just to get some words out;

i constantly find myself looking for inspiration now

when before, i didn't try to find it

it would just come like a hurricane to me

and my fingertips suddenly would feel full of creativity

waiting to be transform in beauty.

as years pass me by

each day i feel less like my true self

at least, like i used to be.

and i'm still trying to figure out if that's how is meant to be.

Los poetas siempre mienten, cuando las cosas no son lo que parecen. Sueñan, desean algo diferente. Sus historias son diferentes, pero qué pasa cuando mi mente piensa en tus ojos, en la forma en que sonríes, en la forma en que disimulas y finges que no me ves ¿Qué pasa? Quiero escribir la hermosura de tu coqueta sonrisa y la luz que de tus ojos radica. No quiero mentirle a la vida. Te quiero conmigo, aunque me cueste la vida. Pero no, no lo tomes tan literal, podría estar mintiendo quizás... o ¿quizás no? Es un misterio que tendrás que averiguar.