Nataro

Est á IN ser  Latino, Come Visit! I live in the Colony where all you want to do is vacation in Trying to be activists then sleeping with the enemy Latinos, ¡pero que se jodan nuestros problemas! Boricua pa'l baile, la botella, y la baraja pero pa' hablar de como nos roban y nos matan nadie dice ¡WEPA!

  1:52 'Out of sight out of mind', but she's here now. She's more than just in mind, she's in sight. I can't pretend I don't care that she doesn't. I hide but my tell-tale heart gives me away. 'Louder, louder, louder!' 'Why does it not stop?!'

Life is violent and brutal. We are thrown in here with no warning. We come with nothing and leave only with memories. Life puzzles me, like it puzzles everyone. A long list of unanswered "why's?" A simple answer? It just is. Why? It just is. Earth is a cluster of happenings that imprison us in a small corner. And we all try to be happy in our little corners But edges cut. We bleed out, smiling through it all. Because "life is beautiful" and the hurtings are "lessons". Is sadness human condition? Or has this lifestyle conditioned a sadness in us? A deep, dark, lost sadness from which we can't escape. It's never enough. It will never be enough, until it's too late. What path have we taken? What path will I take? Two roads diverged... I took none.