Ladies and Gents, I got my New Year's resolution for 2014 from Post Secret.

Well, I can't do *never*, but not this year.

This year is going to be the year of accepting my body the way it is. It is the year of working out because I want to, and eating whatever I want to, and the year of not feeling bad about whether or not I get clothes my size. 

Since I have to quit a lot of other things for health reasons (alcohol, caffeine, oil, butter, cheese, fatty things in general), I might as well quit something that makes me hate myself, so I can learn how to love myself. 



little by little

falling in love
despite my best intentions
is quick, merciless
and stupid.
there is no art to it:
a smile, a look,
a conversation
a silly joke.

i learn instead
how to dismantle memories
that we put together
to unsmile at
the sound of your
quiet laughter, the smell of you
in the morning,
what you would have said
about what i just might have heard. 

falling in love
is easy.

it is unloving
that requires talent.


"if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you."

- Pablo Neruda



how is it that
you ask me to
be silent?
how is it that
i am?
where am i going
to put my grief?
how do i turn it
to anger?

(there is another act, they say
but the curtain falls now
leaving us with
shadowed lives
masked hands
and memories
of double rainbows
in the fading autumn sky.)