Dear reader,
I'm sorry to have neglected this blog for quite some time. I've had a major writer's-block. It's funny how I consider myself to be such a writer when I'm so lazy with it... Sometimes I feel as if my writings weren't good enough, but then I re-read them and, though I find a few errors and "disparates" here and there, I realize what an amazing piece of work it is. So, now, let me update you in my life...
Since the last time we spoke, it rained, I went to Houston to visit my aunt, I decided to writer another book, I got into all honors in my classes, I became a Junior, I did my homework and my summer assignments, and I lost my grandfather. The latter was the saddest part of my year so-far.
It's raining here in Puerto Rico. I love it when it rains since everything becomes kind of chilly (chilly here me is 89 degrees...). The rain is so rhythmitic and it gives you a sense of calm no other person of work of nature can give you. I have a theory: I believe that rain was created to help cleanse us, not only physically, but also emotionally. It always rains when I feel sad or lonely; the weather always seems to mold with my mood. Outside, I hear the cars racing up and down the streets, I hear birds chirping, I see drops falling down and splitting as they hit the orange tiles. The sky is grey and my orchid is dying, at least I think it is since it's turning yellow. The cars...doesn't anyone slow down? Doesn't anyone just stop and listen to the music of nature or look at the green hiding behind all the urban grey and the cable black?
God, I miss my grandfather so much. He died with Alzheimer's disease and Parkingson's disease - a deadly and destructive combination. Somtimes, I don't mind so much that he passed away, but that he was tortured so much before leaving. At least now he's in a peaceful slumber where nothing hurts and nothing can be forgotten... Sweet, sweet viejito...can you see me from up there? I love you still, so much.
I'm sorry to have neglected this blog for quite some time. I've had a major writer's-block. It's funny how I consider myself to be such a writer when I'm so lazy with it... Sometimes I feel as if my writings weren't good enough, but then I re-read them and, though I find a few errors and "disparates" here and there, I realize what an amazing piece of work it is. So, now, let me update you in my life...
Since the last time we spoke, it rained, I went to Houston to visit my aunt, I decided to writer another book, I got into all honors in my classes, I became a Junior, I did my homework and my summer assignments, and I lost my grandfather. The latter was the saddest part of my year so-far.
It's raining here in Puerto Rico. I love it when it rains since everything becomes kind of chilly (chilly here me is 89 degrees...). The rain is so rhythmitic and it gives you a sense of calm no other person of work of nature can give you. I have a theory: I believe that rain was created to help cleanse us, not only physically, but also emotionally. It always rains when I feel sad or lonely; the weather always seems to mold with my mood. Outside, I hear the cars racing up and down the streets, I hear birds chirping, I see drops falling down and splitting as they hit the orange tiles. The sky is grey and my orchid is dying, at least I think it is since it's turning yellow. The cars...doesn't anyone slow down? Doesn't anyone just stop and listen to the music of nature or look at the green hiding behind all the urban grey and the cable black?
God, I miss my grandfather so much. He died with Alzheimer's disease and Parkingson's disease - a deadly and destructive combination. Somtimes, I don't mind so much that he passed away, but that he was tortured so much before leaving. At least now he's in a peaceful slumber where nothing hurts and nothing can be forgotten... Sweet, sweet viejito...can you see me from up there? I love you still, so much.
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