Here I am again...

i'm revisiting an old band. caifanes (now jaguares) esos tipos sabian lo que hablaban. hablaban con la verdad y con sabiduria que le sobraba. me sorprendo que puedan inventar nuevos temas aun siendo los mismos de siempre. el tema de que somos mal entendidos. que nos veen de una forma que tal vez ellos no entienden. y nos quieren meter en un caracter que no nos cabe. no se si me explico.

i have been having a slew of thoughts but i feel i need to censor them. some things can be said out loud being that I am a guy, but others i just don't know. look at me. i'm being all melodramatic. it is not that serious.

i have been writing, but i have been lazy in putting those thoughts from one place to another. it means that i need to move my thought and feeling into words. sentiments are not always best expressed with words. i have hear a couple of preachers say, "Give your testimony of how God has been a part of your life and if you need to use words". It is a good statement. It is not always easy to do. Emotions and feelings are hard to be confined by words.

It brings me to a thing called semantics and linguistics. Where did these things called words get put together and what dictated what in reference to sad being sad. Maybe it sad is really being happy. Realistically, it is not because we have been conditioned as sad being sad, but theoretically who assigned that love means a relationship between two individuals that warrants endearment. I'm sorry. I think I am just writing.