Ending

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski 

Supercordura

I Am...

OLD LOVE

I can feel your body
when i'm lying in bed
there's too much confusion
going around through my head
And it makes me so angry
to know that the flame still burns
why can't i get over?
when will i ever learn?
old love, leave me alone
old love, go on home
I can see your face
but i know that it's not real
it's just an illusion
caused by how i used to feel
And it makes me so angry
to know that the flame will always burn
i'll never get over
i know now that i'll never learn
chorus

By Eric Clapton

Humanos

"Nosotros éramos todos humanos hasta que la religión nos separó, los políticos nos dividieron y el dinero nos clasificó."

(via the-moon-is-a-mystery)

Happy New Year

Happy New Year....A bit later....

I hope you find what you’re looking for in 2015