Facebook Is A Cockblocker…

There was a beautiful student worker at the front desk of the Latino center at the university. I was attending the free tutoring and had spoken to her a few times when signing in to the building. I identified myself with being “Native American” my whole life, my friend John was the tutor and he would have sessions available. But seeing her up front was a gift for the day, a moment to exchange ideas with a pretty girl. It was my excuse for making chit chat about things happening on campus, that accent she had, I wanted to record her reading from the bulliten. 

I had talked to her so much that she wanted to hear more of what I had to say:

What is your Facebook?

I don’t have a Facebook, I have not jumped on the bandwagon yet, not into that.

So, your anti-social?

I’m social, I’m talking to you and in-person, not through a screen or app.

But everybody is on Facebook, it’s the current way we communicate. It’s what keeps me connected to my friends, family, school. 

I’m connected to my friends and family. Plus I have email already. Isn’t Facebook just a fancy email account.

Your weird.

If you want to find me or poke me, come do that in person. It’s more meaningful.

The wind is pushing me

Holding onto something true

I was here for life.

I Carried It Home…

The things we dream can come true and depending if I am awake still dreaming freely then the actual reality of our existence can be amazing. The things I want to happen, I can make happen, if I believe strongly and am willing to put in the efforts when creating this vision. There can be so many outside obligations or distractions that keep you from creating this dream. Appreciate the reasons why the creation is beneficial for all those around you. Construct a great future and take it one day at a time. 


I need to see everything 

Alone in the dark.

When Did August Get Here?

I need to come back to my thoughts, I need to find out what it was I was looking for. In the wild world of love and destiny, I can fall apart or even feel fear. Summer can be so cliche for this nostalgic space in time and maybe I was caught up in just the thrill of experiencing Summer again. Or do I just feel a doom of another season approaching. It felt like I blinked my eyes in a flash, and now the moment was over for the July nights taking shots outside with family and friends. Was it worth my time, did I live up to the theory of what Summer means. What determines a decision even years later when we have a change of heart. Are we doing everything wrong only because we know no better? 

Writing will help me

I need to hear my heart beat

A song will come out.

Music evolved me 

A list of songs is sacred
Our flaws are beauty.