Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

“ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
[hopefully the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall so they will not be transformed into crystal]”

so tonight, when i left here, all i said was “goodbye” and thats alright. no “i’ll see you later”. i’ve been trying my whole life.
And if its an eye for an eye, why cant i get this right? i’m too slow to go fast, i’m too nervous to do that. so i run, run away.. why should i….