|Birthday:||February 2nd 1987|
|Religion:||Spiritual but not religious|
|Race/lineage:||Latino / Hispanic|
|Location:||United States, Florida|
|Height:||5' 10" (178 cm)|
|Hair Color:||Dark Brown|
|Astrological Sign:||Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)|
|Smoking:||No. But not bothered by it|
|Dislikes:||Maybe, generally any pseudo-intellectual, chauvinist, or pretense-filled moron. Perhaps, maybe nothing at all.|
|Interests:||Balance, Chemistry, Debate, Duality, Jungian Psychology, Microbiology, Philosophy, Reading, Sleep, Theology|
|People/Heroes:||Lao Tzu, Yo-Yo Ma|
|Books:||Tao Te Ching|
|Bands/Artists:||Alabina/Ishtar, Dir en Grey, Enya, Era, Gackt, Kabuki, Klaha, London Philharmonic, Malice Mizer, Otep, Moi dix Mois, Radiohead, Rasputina, Yoko Kanno, Yo-Yo Ma|
|Albums/CDs:||Beast of Blood, Best of Era, Ensemble Nipponia, Gardenia, Merveilles, Moon, Paint the Sky with Stars, Truly Emet|
|Songs:||"2+2=5" - Radiohead, "Beast of Blood" - Malice Mizer, "Solitude" - Moi dix Mois, "Nein" - Otep|
|TV Shows:||Adult Swim, Conan O'Brien, CSI, Daria, Family Guy, Futurama, MXC, The Daily Show|
|Movies:||American Beauty, Earthsea, Hellsing, Ichi the Killer, Merlin, Mists of Avalon, El Laberinto del Fauno|
|Games:||Castlevania Series, Chess, Fatal Frame Series, Final Fantasy Series, Morrowind, Prince of Persia Series, Shadow Hearts Series, Uno, Xenosaga|
Falling & Flying|
Falling ~ & ~ Flying "Devotion is meant for Him, not towards man." Colliding, inviting, and abiding I explained us, but why was it dying Put forth a love, worth trying Clouds aligning, brackish1 stains gliding Along my face sighing Leaving speckles of hope in its lines I hoped, I waited, but couldn't be abated Not satiated, hope I'm not fated I needed you, but I couldn't have waited Empty prayers are louder than detonations Ignored by God, lights wouldn't come on Submitted to God, And everything was gone "I ...
I thought you were falling, I had to look twice to make sure -- I reached out..
my first mistake..
By the very second I glanced at you; you were so stabbingly beautiful. You were crushed; the albedo gleaming from the nearby water exposed the brackish stains on your face. Each trace of tears left stark paths on your skin -- transmitting your pain into art. I almost did not wipe your face, as the image of your translucent face would be burned into my eyes.
little did I know..that the real you was right in front of me..
Above us, the Sun and clouds acting out a dance in...
'tis what I got:
:: clears dust off keyboard and eyes ::
I know nobody reads here anymore, yet that is not the point of this entry. This entry, in itself, serves as an accomplishment to me. As I have incessantly procrastinated writing, of any sort. I have had a block for so long, which I fully blame on myself. Yet, I'm not here to atone. I have wrote such ridiculously morbid, self-serving entries for too long. I'd like to return to my old roots, but I might assimilate that early part of myself and put forth a new writing style for myself.
Such nostalgia -- thinking back when I was 16 writing about...