twisted sara pina

women aLways fall for a man who says they’ll change  for her. to be a person willing enough to let go their bad vices, a person willing to be goo.d, if not, be decent but the fact is, when the truth comes out, when all the reasons are not sugarcoated, when those words were just making you bold and shortcomings races through each argument, a revelation extends a hand. no one really wants to change themselves for a person, no one will make sacrifices enough to be called serious. its just a matter of time and a sane source of self realization. no one has to change their ways to be accepted or else, they’re just pretending……….for unico

as expected, this current event really kicked me right in the gut. after several months of inducing myself with crazy, immature, unsophisticated and downright stupid decisions, i really felt so damn cloddish.

i was right on track of picking myself up, of fixing everything that went wrong, rebooting and auto correcting the shortcomings. but then, there was something that urged me to try and see, to feel and understand the wrong side of things, of doing the what ifs that have been plaguing me.. i tasted it, embraced and got addicted to it….the temporary high always got me in my weakest and as i said i got addicted that i always said yes….i felt like a sixteen year old all of a sudden..not thinking about tomorrow, of what’ll happen after..enjoying everything that life has to offer. as they say, act your age and what do people expect from a 23 year old girl…?(obviously not a woman) they expect you to be more open, understanding, mature and the worse part, loving figures and welcoming the system. i just got tired of always saying to myself its ok and spreading the goodness of things. i say when you really feel the bad side, the one that’ll really hit you, you’ll think twice of everything you did, even the things that made people remember you. 

  100 LOVE SONNETS
~ By Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way

than this: Where “I” does not exist, nor “You”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I

to my betrothed…whom i loved without wax and the sweetest paramour…..