Añicos

Siga los añicos,
Aquellos fragmentos que forman un sendero
Han sido puestos enfrente de tus pies
Por el mano desgastado de
Tiempo.
De Pasado.

Siga el cristal roto,
Vaya a través del vacío vasto
Que serpentea como la luz de la Luna,
Obscurecido por las nubes grises de
Memoria.

Sígalos a través del Tiempo
Del Espacio
Sígalos más allá de Duda
Sígalos sobre de Miedo.

Siga los añicos al corazón
El corazón de porcelana que esta tumbada
En piezas que forman un sendero.
El sendero que nos junta.
El sendero que conecta tú y yo.
Pero ahora,
El sendero que esta revestido de
Los añicos
De mi corazón
Roto.




Follow the shards,
Those fragments that form a path
That has been placed in front of your feet
By the withered hand of
Time.
Of Past.

Follow the broken glass,
Travel across the vast emptiness
That twists like the light of the Moon
Obscured by the gray clouds of
Memory.

Follow them across Time
Across Space
Follow them beyond doubt
Follow them over fear.

Follow the shards to the heart
The heart of glass that is lying
In pieces that form a path.
The path that unites us.
The path that connects you and me.
But now,
The path that is covered with
The shards
Of my broken heart.



Much love, Will

Ramblings

So here I am, listening to Stanford's A Capella groups. Wow. I need to get a life.
Regardless of the fact that it IS a Monday night, there are still more productive ways to spend my time. Like masturbation.
Moving on.
So I'm Editor-In-Chief of the paper next year. I can do it, I think. I mean, it's not like I have other things to do with my time. Except for listening to A Capella, I mean.
Why am I even writing this? Things are popping into my head like fireflies igniting and defusing, I can't hold onto any of the thoughts. For example, I had a split-second reflection on Nihilism. No joke. But I guess I just need some inspiration, so this is a plea to you, the reader:
I need to react! I am a reactor, not a producer! I must have something to bounce off of, and that "something" comes directly from YOU and your COMMENTS. SO COMMENT.

But on another note, if you're smoking, do NOT QUIT. It hurts like shit. I find myself needing to throw up all the time, sometimes actually throwing up. It feels like a gnawing on your stomach, and you get dizzy and naseous, and, ugh, it blows. Wish me luck!