I have cried

I have noticed, I either cry in my room alone, or in strange places…
I have cried during an orgasm. I have cried at the club and I asked the DJ if I could cry in his booth cause I didn’t wanted anyone to know, but then I liked the Spanish song he started playing and I said while crying ”Thank you!”… The other day, at the grocery store I cried, cause the cashier told me ”Good bye! Have a nice day!!!” and she was smiling and I cried cause she was so nice and smiling. ”Is she really that happy?” (I asked myself)… I cried the other day at the mailbox because all I received were bills and not a single hand written letter by a friend…
And today, my mother brought my dog back to me cause I have been emotionally unstable as you can read here… So, I took the dog out for a walk, I sat there while he was with me staring at the lake and then look at me… I started crying while people walking around. He seemed so, so, so happy to be with me. He was just there enjoying the lake and my company and I cried.
I cried because I wish (I don’t think so) someone would look into my eyes and say the words he didn’t said. Someone that could love me with that kind of love and being there peacefully.

Thoughts and writings

Gabriela Christina Díaz View All →

Nacida en Puerto Rico, pero soy ciudadana del Mundo. Escribo para vaciar el ruido de mi mente y me llena el corazón que alguien le toque de alguna forma lo que escribo. Pues de nada me sirve escribir si lo que escribo no conmueve un alma. No escribo muchas paradojas porque yo soy la paradoja en sí. Soy un poco controversial en mi manera de expresarme, pero escribo y me expreso de una forma transparente, desde lo más sincero de mis adentros.

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