coffe cakes and cheesecake

I have several questions:

What would you do if someone you loved or was a huge part of your life never talked about you again or acknowledged that you were ever there?

What if that someone suddenly left from your life? 

What if that person wrote a book explaining their whole life and left you out?

Would that mean you were never part of their life?

Then what happened to knowing them?

Was it all fake?

Would you feel betrayed?

What would you do?

i made the worst coffee ever today, maybe

"Damn right I said that! Now what are you going to do about it?" is what I always imagine myself saying to someone who wants to confront me on a matter or issue that we disagree on.

water bottles walk on water

I have thought of this before.




You never really know what anyone is doing except yourself. If someone is with you in the same house even in the same room you do not know entirely what the person is doing, right?


Your mom, dad, sister or brother might be eating secret candy they hid from you
or they might be solving the next big mathematical proof
or scribbling in a secret notebook
or writing the next big single
or eating your favorite ice cream that you didn't know you had
or staring at a wall with no purpose
or dancing in front of a mirror
or building a fort out of cushions
or playing basketball with a trash can and paper
or closing their eyes
or blinking rapidly
or reading a book that is making them silently cry and they don't want anyone to see.


You may not know what anyone is doing. Who knows? I don't know. You don't know. We will never know what other people are entirely doing, right?

lemon and honey cough drops

What do you think of when you sit alone in a dark room in the nighttime?
Or you sit in a room with the light on?
Does an open window cause chaos or comfort?
Does it distract or immerse you in the nighttime?
Do your thoughts halt or flow with the endless swirls of darkness before you?
If you close your eyes.
What happens to the nighttime?
If you open them.
Is the darkness the same?

nieve de café

I have realized that I haven't written in this blog in a really really long time, so this is my maybe final attempt to revive this blog. In order for me to remember or just begin to write, I have come up with several rules.


First:
I will write on here every day no matter how long or short.


Second:
I can write fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or basically anything as long as I write.


Third:
Whatever I write on here has to be new. It cannot be something I am writing for a class or the creative writing club or for the newspaper or anything else.


Fourth:
I will have fun and even though writing can feel laborious it is always inspiring.


That is all.