January 18, 1982. Capricornus. Year of the dog.
My passion is ...
music and writing.
My childhood ambition ...
was to become a doctor.
Why I write ...
to make sense of things that don't make any sense to me.
My inspiration ...
pain.
I'd never seen her eyes shine so, as if what once was a dying candle suddenly burns like a furious sun. Her voice that once rang lifeless and droned has now accumulated a vibrance. Even the most meaningless words would color the air they fill. I'm frightened by the sudden change. I worry of the catalyst. Nothing much has happened between us in quite some time to merit myself in any way. Our conversations are generally stagnant with boredom, nothing more than a reciprocation of words that once expressed a love unlike any other but now are nothing more than ghosts th...
More..Luis Medel
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