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Let it be unconditional.

Pocas personas ponen ideas en mi cabeza como lo hiciste el martes :). You bluntly said, "I need to stop fucking caring so much".

Back in 1933, Max Planck stated the following, "Let us get down to bedrock facts. The beginning of every act of knowing, and therefore the starting point of every science, must be our own personal experiences. I am using the word, experience, here in its technical philosophical connotation, namely, our direct sensory perception of ... things. These are the immediate data of the act of knowing. "

Now you're probably thinking, where the hell do these things even connect? You must be crazy. Haha, listen carefully dear...

The dependence on the heart is inevitable. I say it honestly, because sometimes, when I'm sitting in my room, and its 1:00am, I look back a few years, when we were all together, and wonder, what happened? How can something so beautiful just vanish? How is it that I care so much, and others don't? Where is the love? But back when those thoughts flooded my mind, I realized it wasn't about that, and smiled.

I can't think of a better analogy than this slightly cannibalistic one, but life is like what we eat every day. We usually have the same thing for breakfast, and change it up for lunch and dinner. In life, there are friends who may last forever, who deep in your heart, will be there, regardless of everything, and there are others, that will come and go, like that lobster you had that one night. However, what does this all mean?

When you eat your food, you don't expect the animals or plants you are eating to like you. That dear, is precisely what I'm trying to get across.

Unconditional love.

I could try explaining this term for the rest of my life, but I would never get it right. I know its impossible to love someone without a condition, it's like when you fall in love with that one kid, and he doesn't love you back. It's painful, and it sucks, because you expect the people you love to love you back. Everyone does. It makes sense. However, there is one thing, that is far greater than that.

Loving someone, and not expecting anything in return. It sounds impossible, but it lets out the true beauty of what love is. Once we learn to appreciate how much love our heart can give, we don't need to receive love all the time. Don't get me wrong, human beings need love, but its about appreciating the true moments of love that you get, not about expecting them. That way, they always catch you by surprise, that way, your heart pumps a million times faster, and your lips stretch into a smile, because you have felt the beauty of life.

Its these moments which really change my life.

I hope this means something to you :)


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First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.