virgilnhell

I came to this world with a blind fold and clinched fist, I came with a timer and the taste of duck tape, I came to a world of oceans and broken glass, a world of knocking on wood while looking up, of happy depresion and domino alcohol.
Then we ran
To the shores of a land locked ghetto...far from the drums and the night songs. To a world of mental games, cooties, and careful words...far from the sunshine rain..
I miss you
The hot nights with dim lights, the smiles on concrete porches and roaming street horses. Hidden oceans with lizard parades...sitting out on rock islands and losing myself on the horizon while the tiano watches over me.
I already miss you
Puerto Rico