Thoughts on Revolution

Revolution is not neccesarily change; it is doing what others do not, it is defying other's imposed doctrines on yourself by simply being that, yourself.

(To the) Stranger

I always see you around, like a shadow. I wish I could leave the world of shadows I am of you, and you of me. I wish I could know your name. I wish I could be transported into your life; be a part of your life just by telling you my name.


A memory is created. How funny it is that language, names we give them meaning and connect them to something, to someone. I wish with me giving you my name at least you have a memory of me and connect it everytime I see you, and you me.

Sadly though...the mind is reconstructive and just as the sand and the tide, words and names are erased from the memory of the mind.

I just wish that I cannot depend so much on the name, or even my face, or even the body I occupy in which you see me complete. I really hope that what is transported into you is my feelings, my views, and my ideas.

I aspire too much for being a human being. Memories get lost and often erased from the mind with the passage of time, and buried with the creation of new memories, of new people in your life.

Stranger, I will try to leave this word behind, so distant, so unfamiliar, so disconnected from me.

I will make the strange familiar with speaking to you. I hope though that more than language connecting us, (your name) it is your presence in my life and my presence in yours; presence itself makes us close, graspable meaningful, real.

A flashing fear, comes…how can mere presence connect us, when we are like the stars in the universe, so vast and surrounded by many that it makes it difficult if not impossible to focus on one alone. Yes, the brighter outshine the rest but, what about those that their time has not come to shine yet…but about them that lose their chance because of time itself being a barrier which causes them to not be ready to shine when a worthwhile viewer actually approaches to appreciate them?

How strange it is all memories and we humans; we all yearn to leave an imprint in another’s heart, in the world of thought. Isn’t that aspiring for too much or aspiring for something impossible since time’s tide will erase it all?

All I know is that I will not die, my light, without the attempt of shining. All I know is that life itself is a risk that must be taken, and I am willing to step out from the shadows, from the totality of darkness, into the light of the world. I will risk rejection.

Sometimes though, it is better to imagine than to face the reality. How sweet is imagination! I imagine a world with you, adventures that you could not conceive of in my mind. If only they were real…but the reality is that they will never occur, you will be deceived when making the unknown familiar. You will always be though, my familiar stranger at least, if in the attempt I could not be a part of your life, at least you are a part of me with that title but someday this memory will lose its light in the universe, death with time.

Too much light hurts the eyes I know. Darkness is also restful for the tired sight.

A Body’s Parts

I wish…I wish for many things unattainable for these hands to grasp, only aiming to reach the moon of the sky.

I wish…I wish for my eyes to finally find a loving gaze, that permanent place in which to gain comfort and peace, in which I can call home, but all they find are wandering eyes not willing to reside in my own, quickly looking but shifting their attention onwards to another place, to another’s eyes.

I wish…I wish for my feet to find rest from all the tireless search for love or for them to walk thousands of miles and resist feeling hopeless with the number of steps increasing, taking one more step without feeling that walking more is aimless but that is actually a progress leading closer to that yearned destination.

I wish…I wish for my ears to hear that love is existent and to believe it by hearing this told to me from another’s mouth; a consoling voice in all of life’s many chaotic sounds and voices full of screams but all the sounds my ears hear are mouths voicing words full of hate and anger, words that my ears rather be mute to listen to.

I wish…I wish for my mouth to taste the sweet embrace of another’s ardent lips and feel that words are unnecessary to express love but my mouth only is kissed by the empty cold wind and not by another’s touching warm skin.

I wish…I wish my heart could feel deeply without being hurt in the process, I wish for my heart to have the physical strength to endure the pain, and to continue on feeling without regrets.

I wish…I wish for my mind to burry the past ghosts that haunt me; memories lingering behind the moments, but instead these memories echoe in the form of thoughts in the cave of my mind.

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Can the hands really hold the moon in their palms?

Can the tired eyes really find the strength to continue gazing, or are they too ashamed of hoping for love when they know that all they truly see is carelessness in other’s eyes.

Can the feet be walking without any effort and weight put upon them?

Can the mouth truly talk without the motion of emotion?

Can the heart truly feel without receiving pain? Isn’t pain a feeling?

Does a heart truly feel or is it an idealistic thought of the mind to think the heart been capable of feeling and see itself as a separate entity from feeling and its reason?

Can the mind be a receptacle of knowledge without the use of memories?



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Wishes are hopes without considering realism’s spectrum of questions, without considering that bodies are just that, bodies that though can hold within them countless memories, feelings, and stories, they are vulnerable, nonetheless, to life’s greater truth that pain is an essential part, just as the hands, the eyes, the feet, the ears, the mouth, the heart, and the mind, to the body of life.