Annnd I'm back

My trip to MX was very.....interesting.  it took a while for me to get used to, but as the days passed I fell in love with Puebla. It beamed culture and warmth, something not easily found in the States. Life there is relaxed, easy going and it's never a routine. Everyone works to live but nobody lives to work. Family is essential and the center of attention. And I'm apt for that life.  This trip has been a rude awakening to the fact that my life in the US,  my home, my place of birth, has been composed of consumerism and a routine. Quite frankly, I want more out of life than just that.

That's it! My procrastination ends NOW...er tmr..

Going on a trip is exhausting. And not so much physically, but mentally, going on a trip will kick your mind's ass. Just thinking of ALL the things I need to get done four or five months ahead stresses me the fuck out. This is because I know I'm going to try to get it all done the same damn week I'm leaving. So, fully aware of the fact that I will procrastinate til the last minute, I have decided to start running again. I know I know this post has started to expose my bipolar persona, HOWEVER! There is a reason for this, and that is that hopefully losing my ass off onto a wooded path will somehow keep my energy level and my mind somewhat sane. It will be no easy task , but if this crap doesn't work....NOTHING WILL, and again I will find myself grabbing the Sun Chips and red wine.
So Tuesday better watch out because this bitch is running your ass over! Muahaha...

Tell me we're done.

Don't hesitate and be clear
Be firm, be honest. Do not spare me a tear.
Free me of my enchanted cell,
Do not dare cushion my self-built hell.
Rid me of this beautifully false illusion,
Be merciful to my much needed conclusion.
Relieve me of your haunting stress
Erase the desire of your caress.
Let me live once more,
And give back the heart you once tore.

just words

You hear that sound ?
Every beat preparing for another round. 
My confidence heavy to lift off the ground, 
One thought too profound,
My opinion waiting to be crowned.
Left with fragments too difficult to compound
On many occasions we've frowned,
Our hearts naive and fantasy-bound.
Hopes perhaps too tightly wound.
Reality too harshly downed,
An old path again I've found.