These past few days I realized I could neither be Batman nor Superman. I couldn’t even pass for Kickass if I tried. The epiphany arrived as anti-climatic as a boy in jersey and baggy shorts competing in a chess game. Disappointingly, my demons did not have enough balls to rule the world, but enough nuts to destroy it. I watched the world crumble into ashes as I waited for a damsel-in-distress to call me into action. But even my echoes wouldn’t return my call and the world only turned away when I passed by. I took a long walk home along an overcrowded street instead of a cruise in the cancer inducing urban sky. The tabloids complained that they couldn’t get anything from “some kid wearing his father’s skin for a mask.” They wouldn’t print my story even when I offered to pay twice their regular writer’s income. I told them I was a modern day hero. They told me I was a hero without a cause.
I don’t like being sad. It’s sad.
If only I could find what I found in you in somebody else, then maybe I wouldn’t still be bothering you right now.
Entrega del tercer semestre para la facultad. Trabajé sobre un fragmento de Las desventuras del joven Werther, de Goethe.
It’s easy to trust at first, but it’s hard to trust again.
I can’t say I love you, but I can’t say I don’t.
I’ve been looking for someone to share my loneliness with.