The sensation of tears streaming down my cheek is something I’ve felt before. The familiar feeling of my last love, lost into the sea. Like a sin is washed away to be forgotten, but unlike Him, I cannot forget. I cannot forget the love in my heart, and wonderer of my soul. I miss her, everyday, and through everything I do. Stress in my body, stress on my shoulders, stress in my mind, and stress in my heart. Make me wise, make me strong, make me loving, and make me whole. I’m stronger than I think, and I’m stronger than I know. 

                                                                     -Ramiro Tomas Gonzalez

Just having a tough time coping with my feelings. 

I can’t wait to continue my education. Love will fail me. Faith will dim. But gaining knowledge will never leave me. I hunger for it.

To leave the problems behind the door, so they will not be explored. Keeping them in the past and locking them for the future. The words exchanged and the secret thoughts shared. In the blaze they will go never to return. The day to forget is the day to learn. Time to grow up, and time to forget, the problems once shared.

                                                             -Ramiro Tomas Gonzalez

Between you and I journal. I just need to give it up, cause I won’t win and in the end I’ll end up being heart broken. 

I fucking hate summer.

The line of inconsistency lies deep throughout the darkened string of doubt. Back and forth is how life goes, when a mind plays tricks and never knows. Soon the heart will stop, and then the blood will fail to flow. Close to the edge once more, until the hand grabs hold. Pulling back the life untold. Forgiveness is key, the hand to hold, never to let go.

                                                                -Ramiro Tomas Gonzalez

“A lion chased me up a tree, and I greatly enjoyed the view from the top.”  

                                                             - Confucius 

I can only see the light that’s on. Darkness falls far too quickly. I cannot sleep. My mind consistently runs on the routine of thinking far too deep. I can only hope that in the end I will see her there. Waiting for me. She is waiting for me like I am waiting for the sun to rise. Only then can we be content with who we are, and put down our heads and rest our eyes. Make me happy and make me right, cause without this feeling I am not living.  Without this feeling, I am lonely, shallow, and I am not pure. In the end I will always look for her. She is, the only one. 

                                                                -Ramiro Tomas Gonzalez

The spider spins it’s web beneath the antique that hangs against the yellow wooden wall. As the doorbell rings, oddity of the noise spooks the spider between its legs and wakes the nerve of fear. The person watching is running through his mind reflecting on all that lies forth. Both are beneath the sky that is brightened by the suns reflection on the moon that holds itself in space.  At last the door is opened and all is forgotten as he lies in bed, tangled with thoughts spun like web. 

                                                               -Ramiro Tomas Gonzalez