What doesn’t kill you…

Either makes you stronger or makes you wish it did.

Letting go or holding on. Two of our most defining reactions. And they couldn’t be more different.

Holding on to pain(or the memory of it), holding on to regret, to bitterness… Continue reading

vertigo: a novel

vertigoEverything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.Kurt Vonnegut

 

There are certain memories that stick with us for no apparent reason, whose influence we never understand.

For instance, one of my most persistent memories from childhood consists of me sitting in my father’s car, waiting for him and my mother to come back from a shop. It was raining, and all I did was watch this beautiful anomaly of nature; raindrops trickling down the windshield, layers upon layers, drops blending together to form rivulets, like tears running down cheeks. And I thought God wanted to drown the entire world, to cover everything in a deep sea of rain. For a few minutes my life was empty and pointless, and yet time didn’t stop. People were running down sidewalks, struggling to hold onto their umbrellas in the blistering wind, cars were passing by, and the rain kept falling, oblivious and impervious to everything and everyone. Continue reading

I’d like to thank Natasha for yet another contribution to my campaign. I have an appointment with an endodontist next Wednesday. Therapy is needed to salvage the three remaining teeth in the lower left side.

If you want to help me out, you can contribute any amount you see fit here.

The special offer still stands: anyone who donates $50 or more to the campaign will have a blog post featured on this blog. That’s besides any rewards you might select from the campaign page itself.

Thank you,

Cristian

Artist showcase: Jennifer Murcia

jenniferWhen it comes to fashion there are two things that I always keep in mind when sketching: The human body is merely a canvas for what I want to express and always create something elegant that compliments the person wearing it. I think many people peg fashion as something that is unimportant and superficial, which isn’t true. A lot of today’s fashion gets a bad rap because designers create clothes and fashion shows that aren’t grounded in a realistic setting. Continue reading

Others

others“The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.” Eric Hoffer

Others: a simple word used to describe people. A lot of them. Every single human being on this earth besides yourself. Others. At times they seem too many, too angry, too bitter, too selfish. Too stupid. Other times, it just seems they just packed they’re gone.

It depends on you, actually. Continue reading

More than words

Sometimes I want to write something beautiful, something meant to inspire. And this burning hunger grows inside me, consumes me to the point that I can’t write anymore. And it all feels pointless. It seems as if I will never be able to write more than just words, more than a nice story.

After all, writers are also readers. And all the stories that left a mark on us appear to be much more than just words. More than simple stories, they’re the fuel that ignites what’s most human in us, the engine that has driven mankind towards greatness. Continue reading

A Yellow Letter

Originally posted on Random Acts...:

A desert air envelopes

a softened scenery

of twinkling genius

captured by the tint

of your mellowed smiling eyes.

I can remember, my love…

an evening curved

by the glow of your fingertips

as they breathed across

sullen wooded shoulders

with a sweetness that peels

soured remains lifted through

the broken yellow pockets

of time’s distinct holes.

A scathing, unrequited relentlessness

rests upon a burden of memory…

where fondling lips fold and find us.

“I miss you”…a simple expression

that shepherds the shaded regions

of some deeper understanding…

where I’ve always waited…

always loved you.

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