Someone Special...

All the things we talk about, you know they stay on my mind...

Some say that time changes. Best friends can become strangers. I don't want that no not for you. If you just stay with me we can make it through.

All the things we laugh about, they'll bring us through it every time.

I seriously think that there isn't anything better or more fulfilling than having a best friend that's there for you whenever you need them. You've been that for me and hopefully I'm that for you too.

When you have no light to guide and no one to walk beside you. I will come to you.

Cause even if we can't be together we'll be friends now and forever, and I swear that I'll be there come what may.

Thank you for being a part of my life...

The little things...

You know I just noticed that it's the little things that make life so enjoyable.

The smell of coffee, a cigarette when I'm stressed, chocolate, talking nonsense in the middle of the night with my best friend, reading a good book, making out with... anybody! SEX!! <- that's not a little thing, but hey it's damn enjoyable. Don't miss out on stupid shit. The stupid shit is what makes everything else worth it.

Sneaking off to the beach, drinking till you can't drink anymore, watching a movie, writing....

Don't miss out on life... take a chance! Leap and just think... no regrets.

~ Pochi ~

Lately Semana Santa/Spring Break

{Semana Santa es un tiempo para... pensar, reflexionar, beber, irse de la ciudad por unos días, etc.

No para mí. Tuve que trabajar y por un lado estoy muy agradecida: Tengo trabajo y me gusta el silencio y ver la ciudad (bah, escribir en español me resulta frustrante y tedioso. Nunca encuentro la palabra correcta) desierta. No hay tapones, no hay mucha gente, se siente la tranquilidad y la paz EN la ciudad. Es refrescante... }

For me, Spring Break wasn't a time to think and reflect. I think (all the time, way too damn much) and reflect from time to time, like 'lately'. 'Lately' is the time line I will be using instead of Spring Break, because it wasn't Religion, or Easter that has brought this on. Like many other times, 'Lately' was brought on by Life, itself.

Lately I've been bouncing back and forth through some emotions,
lately, I've been struggling with myself.
Lately, I've been harshly honest,
Lately, I've felt love
Lately, I've admired kids and children,
Lately I've thought about you,
Lately I've forgotten you.

Lately, I've felt f r e e.
Lately I've loved myself more than no one ever has and ever could,
Lately I've felt HAPPY, exhilaratingly happy, happier than I thought possible in this past year.
Lately I've told a very important secret, and I felt bad about it anyway, like I tend to do.

Lately I've been Social Networking and Preaching what I (try to) practice,
and also trying to practice what I preach. Which isn't always easy.

Lately I've petted kittens and dogs, kissed my nephews and told everyone I know how much I appreciate them,
Lately, and not always I've heard the same thing back or felt it was true.
Lately, I haven't given a damn about it, because I don't care, and it DOESN'T matter.

Lately, I've been trying to live life, instead of listening or thinking.
Lately, I've been ripping the band-aids off my skin,
Lately, I've poured alcohol over my wounds and stuffed them with gauze,
and wrapped them again with tape and some bubble wrap.

Lately, I've been given a chance to live. Every day, ANOTHER day.
Lately, I forgot what I was just about write (instead of this, again).
Lately, I've actually lived, gone out and enjoyed myself.
Lately, I've been writing again, a lot. And I've loved every word I've written.

Lately, I feel blessed even when I have crappy days,
like today, because I am alive, because Dogs exist,
because I have the greatest family anyone could ever wish or ask for,
because 'Friends' might and do exist outside a 90's (half crappy) TV show.

Because there are Stars,
there's a Moon, and a Sun.
Because there's a Universe.

Lately, I've confirmed that to me the little things mean more than 1 big thing can.
Because EVERY big thing is made out of little things.
Lately, I've felt like myself again, and I've loved it.

Lately, I've been trying to make it a habit of eating breakfast everyday, for the first time in years.
Lately I've been shaking with laughter.

Lately, I've been having such a great time that it has kept me awake, just remembering it.

Lately, I've thrown 'Caution','Care' and 'Carefulness' out the window and watched them shatter and break,
because no matter how much Caution I use, how Careful I am and how much I care,
things are still gonna happen the way they're going to happen.

Lately, I've tried to drill in my head, that making mistakes is ok because even if they hurt, you learn from them, and you have what you need to not make them again.

Lately, I've been teaching myself to enjoy every moment of my life that I can, because (you never know how) soon, and someday it'll be over, for real, that time.
Pine box, Six Feet Under kind of real, over.

Lately, I've realized how much I missed going out, writing and just BEING me.

Lately, I've also realized how much change happens within yourself,
Lately, I've been making changes.
Lately, I've listened to great songs.

Lately, I've confirmed another thought: You DON'T have to like me, chances are, I probably don't like you either. And I don't care, you shouldn't either. Because I DO like me, and THAT'S what matters.

Lately, it has dawned on me that life is about those things and people you DO like.
But life is about YOURSELF, because no one else will live and die for you.

Lately, I have found myself becoming one of those "I'll burn that bridge when I get to it" kind of person,
and I like it. Even if I burn my bridges "shore to shore" when I ignite them.

Lately, I've booked a round trip for myself, to go ALONE somewhere, just because I can.
And I intend to enjoy every single s e c o n d of it.

Lately, I've repeated to myself that I WON'T apologize or say: 'I'm Sorry' when I am not at fault.
Because even if I -am sorry- I am right.
And I will be RIGHT even when it's WRONG to be right.
Because that's WHO I am, because that IS what I am, and because I believe in that.

And I will fight to the death, for that one thing I believe in.

Lately I've sat on a swing, and swung higher than ever before,
Lately, the tic in my right eye has disappeared, for the first time in 5 months.
Lately, I've scribbled random stuff on myself with a pink Sharpie.

Lately, I've watched the Sunrise,
Lately, I've admired the Stars,
Lately, I've rubbed my Buddha's Belly, and My Own, for luck as well as for kicks.

Also, Lately I have decided that I don't care too much if you read this post, because I wrote it anyway.
Lately, I don't care if you will review it, because if you don't, I will.

Lately, even if I won't beg for a comment, I will still appreciate it and thank you for taking the time to read me and review it.

And even if you don't,
I will still love you, just a little less.

But I guess, how you see things it's what really matters, right?

At least... Lately.

Love, Always,
Always, Always.
Tiziana.

Feelings: What's mine is mine.

(This is Cynthia's response, upon reading my piece 'Feelings')

It's like a painting, where the significance or the meanings isn't just one. It's hundreds. And they each have their own little point of existence. My happiness and your happines, my sadness and your sadness, they may seem the same, and they may be the same, and yet they're not. Everyone makes their emotions or feelings uniquely theirs, and that's what makes them so amazing.

Cynthia Fabré/Pochi

Introducing a Friend to M/H M.

I want to take this very special occ-- post, to introduce a very dear friend of mine to you, and my blog.

Her name is Cynthia, some of you may know her. For those of you who don't: She's not only my bestest-estest-ESTEST friend in the whole wide world, but she is also a Kick-Ass, great writer and will be gracing Mind Heart Mechs v3.0 with some of her wonderful posts from time to time.

I hope you'll love her writing as much as I do, and give her feedback.

Remember, us writers we starve unless you comment. (So, please do. I'm not above a little begging. See?) :) Love, Tixah.

PS: Next post is Cynthia's.

Feelings

There's probably a million of them, and I don't even think there's a way to quantify or measure them, but feelings are beautiful, no matter which feeling we're talking about. They are ALL beautiful.

There are as many feelings as waves in the sea.

The depth, intensity, the meaning behind them, makes them special.... As most things they're not black and white, they're not just an adjective or a noun. They're real, and they matter. They're extremely important to us and our existence. Each one of them. Not just what they are, but how we react to them and what they mean to us. Feelings aren't the only important thing, but our ABILITY TO FEEL.

That's what makes life grand. That's (part of) what makes life beautiful :)

[A Kaleidoscope, a spinwheel of colors that never stops. Permanently swirling...]

Love Always, Tixah.

Interlude

I've had so many ideas and subjects floating around my head these past few weeks, that I haven't been able to settle on a single one to get a post across. I had plans about what I should write first, and all the subsequent ideas from those original first posts, but all I did was start on way too many, getting nowhere. I decided that I don't care. I will post them as they come and as I finish them. I don't care which post is the one that unlocks the following one since they will probably relate, anyway. I've never made much sense (Instead you've made sense out of me and my ramblings).

Why start now? It's much more fun when YOU think.

I hope you enjoy!

:)

PS: Blogger decided to be a ***** and delete my first and excellent draft about this, making this one feel a little hokey.