Page 55 of Wishing for La Luna
a love story for the ages
One that ended way too soon
Porque como todo en la vida
Cumplio su curso
Lo unico es que no estaba listo. No, I wasn’t ready
Mi mente no computa
Mi corazon no accepta
Mi alma llora
Soy un niño perdido
Vagabundo de dolor
Calling out
Llamandote
El silencio me mata
La soledad me ata
Tengo que llenar el vacio
Con lo que sea
Alcohol, nalgas, tetas, peleas
Pero nada calma mi angustia
Y te termino llamando
A Dios le estoy rogando
Tu ya no me oyes
El ignora mi canto
Es Rio
Hay perdidas que no se olvidan
Amores que nos marcan para siempre
Te digo, still waters run deep
Y las turbulentas, tambien.
The words on the page are horrifying. They're in the wrong place. I should be writing about rehearsals and the road to tomorrow. But the past week and a half have been kicking my ass. Every night I come home, I’m so tired, like I’ve been beaten up. I should be happy since there’s plenty of reasons to celebrate: sold-out concerts, the album went number one, and things with Luna are going well…kind of. I’ve been busy with concert prep, and she has been doing some influencer work that has been coming her way while working on her business.
But something’s been bothering me, and all roads lead to Ana Fernanda Castillo. The part of me that I buried with my mom.
I miss her so much. It’s painful, and all I want is for it to go away. Why is it happening today? It’s the eve of my comeback and…
