Saturday, January 26, 2008
from loseness and boredom to reality
on a dream of souls and nothingness
mounted with a bizarre sublime hysterics disorder
since childhood, until forever
being forcing in and resisting to go out of a sleight of hand
she remained in spirit, learning loving
singing sad and grey, intermediary chains of aching molars
complex introvert, reach her heart in thin air
break the wonderful words of truth with the evanescent
the insomnia made sense from paranoia to pondering
spotlights turned into a connected fantasy
of crying and dying, in deepest ridicule
rearviewmirror of past and endlessness
she saw her reflection, fresh and grotesque
bitter hands and between, her gun.
Labels: The Self to the Art
Erika Ruiz
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Confidence.
Against the parlor of appreciated dependence.
Resolve.
Feeling the most essential force in any form.
Reality.
The utmost basis in believing.
Truth.
The essence wherein rejection and acceptance is not the matter.
Belongingness.
The smallest part in good and bad.
Disoriented.
Labels: The Self to the Art
Erika Ruiz
