You

This could be a song
But we can't quite know until
We have the finished product
In front of us.

There's so much to say to you today
Unlike other days
When I just don't have the time
To think about the world
And its ways.

So what happens
When all the ice in the world melts
When the trees and sky decide to change color?
What do we do when there's no air left to breathe?
I think that as long as I'm with you
I don't mind if the world goes under.

It's getting late and my eyes are tired
I didn't get to say
What I wanted to
But maybe you'll get it anyway.
Maybe you'll see the gray
Between the black and white.
Maybe when you read this poem
Or hear this song
You'll understand what's on my mind
And you'll love me
As I love you.


My family is preparing to fly off to the Philippines tonight. We're leaving in less than an hour. We're only going to be gone for a week, and yet I feel like we're going to be gone forever. I'm excited and yet I feel like crying. Sometimes I wish I could pack everything I love into my suitcase and bring it with me so that I never get homesick.
I'm a sensitive person. Things that may seem almost insignificant to others can be big deals for me. I think it's sort of like a disadvantage, really.

Two days ago, I woke up feeling especially happy. I went through my morning as usual, cleaning my face, turning on my computer, my music, making my bed, having breakfast and then lying down on the bed again to check my email. I talked to Pablo on skype and he was so unhappy and I tried my best to cheer him up, but I found it quite impossible. I didn't tell him or show it, but my mood was dragged down after that. I picked up my phone, read through my messages from last night and read the ones from Lisa where she talked about her mom having random bursts of stress and anger. I spent the rest of the day feeling helpless and needing so bad to run away from the pain that people around me were feeling. I felt like it was selfish of me to be happy and enjoy life when there were other people close to me who were feeling the opposite.

What a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky.

I think it's my favorite song in the world.
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

Until next time...