Grandfather

Almost 4 years ago, June 9th that was the day that changed everything.

I remember the plays we had, the way you tricked me to teach me the most various subjects, when you said your pen was magical and you had taught it how to write and you led me believing that it wrote by itself, the mind games that developed my logic thinking, so many things that I remember it like was yesterday.

Now I see you fighting against the none forgiving years that age you, fighting against a condition that left you out of yourself, fighting against the loneliness present in the life of someone who became somehow dependent of others, but your bigger battle is the one you fight for your independence, it seems to be lost, yet you never give up.

Are you aware of what’s around you? All that you say sounds perfectly clear and logic to me, but then you don’t who is your wife anymore, you think everyone is cheating you, you run away… Is that you fighting or is it the illness? I can’t tell anymore.

Say something, let me know what I can do to help, I know nothing about your needs, nothing about how you feel…

All that I know now is that you were part of my childhood and I was lucky to have you around me and meeting you in that early stage when you were fine, yet my cousin, your other granddaughter won’t have you around like I did and enjoying earing your stories, charades and teachings that helped me so much trough out these years, but the one thing that she can learn for you is that how bad it may seem you can always fight and that’s not everyone who can teach others the value of fighting.

Love you, no matter the past, present or future you carry
the granddaughter that idolizes you

Angela

Jishin (Earthquake)

Don't know how long I can keep this feeling inside of me, I know I should tell someone, ask for help but I can't stand the idea that I might be on my way to leaving this awesome guy, I mean, he's so perfect and his the personification of my dream guy (whatever that is) and I'm this close to broke up the things with him
The worst is that there are no doubts, just a feeling of emptiness, of a lump in my throat... It's like suddenly a heart quake shook my world and now it's all upside down.
 Seriously, I don't know what to do, I only know that I need some stability in my life and can't see a way of getting it

John's Jail Journal

This day I was watching this documentary series, Banged up Abroad, and I connected with Shaun Attwood's story about he ended up in the jail with highest rate of death in America after being in charge of an organisation that threw raves and sold ecstasy. Shaun served almost 6 years of his 9 and half years sentence and while in jail he was able to smuggle some letters to her aunt, those letter are shown in his blog "John's Jail Journal". There he exposes the abuses committed within the prison, inmates' rights violations, etc.
Shaun was released in 2007 and since then he keeps campaigning against the prison sheriff and publishing letters sent by other inmates.
It's worth to check out, I've been reading and Shaun is a great writer and what you can read there is sort of life changing.

http://jonsjailjournal.blogspot.pt/

More info
http://shaunattwood.com/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shaun-Attwood/228166633865948
http://jonsjailjournal.blogspot.pt/2008/07/11-jul-08-meet-prisoners-this-morning-i.html

trepidatio

Twice he tried to held my hands, twice I said no, once he asked me if he had kissed me and asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend I would have said yes and again I said no, big fat no actually.
Now I keep picturing him trying to kiss me, don't know why, yet he makes me feel safe and cared. After all he was the only person that told me who I really was and not what I want others to think I am and I admire him for that.
Some of my second guessing about my boyfriend have to due with him, not in the way you're probably thinking, only because he's the only one that doesn't paint the situation like a paradise and aware me of the dark side of the situation, for example when I asked him if he thought me and my boyfriend had chances he said "probably no, it's hard enough for couples who live in the same place and you two are trying a long distance relationship. Sorry" all could think in that moment was "He's fucking right...." but I decided to take a chance and now here I am, having an existential crisis every two weeks at least (giggles).
Maybe that's what makes him such a great friend, not being afraid of the things and leaving the euphemisms behind, because life's too short for that.
I'm afraid, not of him, of everything.

Torn

I keep thinking about it, how ironic is that my story is a reflection of the reality written months earlier, months before I knew him and now the feelings are the same like it was a warning of what was about to happen. Now I feel a tear slipping through my face on his wait to meet my lips so that they taste their saline and give me the slight sense of having a lump on the throat.

Over thinking, that’s the devil behind this warm universe that’s beginning to for in my head, I can’t even know what I want, all that I know is that I have more doubts than ever, that I can’t forget this guy I loved, that my world is torn…

Torn… is kinda of a sweet word for such heavy meaning, heavy… like the feeling on the top of my shoulders that every single day makes me wonder whether it was the right thing to do, like one friend wisely said, relationships are hard to maintain more if is a long distance one. He right, despite all my efforts to prove him wrong I always knew he was right, that it’s just difficult not to see the person you love at least once a week. What was I thinking that I’m different from everyone that ever tried to make it work?