What are we, who are we?

luisanatrejo:

We are our mistakes, the books we read, the moments of joy and the moments of pain. We are the people we meet, the conversations we have with them and the bonds we make with them. We are the music, the films. We are what we take from theese.
We are what we understand and what we don’t, we are a sea of possibilities. We are love, we are hate, creation and destruction, the brightest like and the darkest corner. We are a being ful of colors. We are the madness of the waves hitting roughly the rocks on the shore and the serenity of the wind touching softly the leaves of a tree. We are art! We are the beauty of the movemets of our bodies. We are what we decide to say out loud and what we keep inside, the silence we find in the loudest room and the noise that’s always in our head when we are by ourselves. We are our losts and the acceptance of something new. We are the capture of a moment, the present moment and what will be. We are the apreciation of beauty. We are our feelings and emotions, our memories. We are as wild as the wind and the ocean, we are one with nature. We are life and death. We are who we are when we are by ourselves, what we think when we look out the window and how we see life. We are what we decide to be and what we are born with. We are as full as we are empty, we are our imagination and our dreams. We are wander.
We are a collection of all theese, so beautiful, so full, so mad, so disorganized, but yet, so perfect. we are the perfection of the imperfection, because imperfection is so perfect, and life iss so imperfect that it makes it so perfect. Beautiful and perfect. 

 -Luisana Maupomé Trejo

luisanatrejo:

I need to feel something, I need to think. I need something or someone to inspire my words. I want to feel again, i remember a time when i used to feel everything, everything was beautifull, even the tiniest of details, i could see and apreciate the beauty, the beauty of love, the beauty of pain and the beauty of sadness but now it’s all gone, just like that, I don’t care. I don’t care about anything at all anymore.

God I hate not being able to feel anything. I´m always bored, always want to sleep. Going out with my friends is not the same, still with them I get bored. Yet i know it’s not depression, or at least i don’t want it to be, because i know that depression means pills, and these pills won’t let me be myself, or feel everything i want to feel, just won’t let me be.

Maybe this is how growing up is like. Just a bored adult human being who all they care about is survive and not live, but I want to live! I want to feel! I want to care!

But yet, I know it’s not all gone, i know that there is a feeling somewhere inside me, there must be, because if it weren’t there I wouldn’t be writing this. 

Peter Pan please take me.

Promise me

luisanatrejo:

I need you to make me a promise, because I know that someday we will take different paths and we are going meet new people, and even fall in love.

And I know that maybe we will stop seeing each other and talking to each other. But my love, I promise you this:

I promise that you will forever be my first love, my only one, my true one. And I know that maybe we will fall in love several times with other people, but I promise that i will never fall as hard as I fell in love with you. I promise that I will never forget about us, what we had, even if what we had we had it only for a split of a second, I promise i will remember that second even if we stay apart, you will stay forever in my soul, because that’s how deep you have gotten into me.

And God! I promise that when I get my life together, when I have had compleated myself, I’ll go find you, and I will try you until I get you right.

But you just have to promise me one of these, promise me that you will never forget about us.

-Luisana M. Trejo

luisanatrejo:

“I find myself trying to remember the moment I fell in love with you, and I do, I remember the day we kissed for the first time, how after I have had my heart broken way too many times and have kissed other lips trying to feel something, you were the one kiss that made me feel again, you filled me up with hope, hope that someone would fill the void I have had for years and you did, you filled the void in that very moment, and that’s when I knew, I knew I loved you, and I knew that I was going to for a very long time, perhaps forever.”

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luisanatrejo:

“I’m having these thoughts again, constantly. I don’t do it thou, what my thoughts tell me, and I know I have to seek for help when I have this kind of thoughts and I really want them to stop haunting me but I don’t have the strength to do either, I mean, they’re not doing any physical harm so, what’s so wrong about them? They are just in my head, that’s their home. But really, what’s the point? In the end we are nothing, everyone we ever met or will meet will go away, leave us; I might as well go first so I can avoid all that senseless suffering, right?”

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