home is here home is home is home is
Laurels party was awesome. after that, we went to marco's house and danced it up. No number of bad experiences could prove me wrong: i love latino boys. i love the way they move and dance and talk and scream and laugh and the way their eyes are dirt dirt brown like mine, and the way their hearts are big and hurt like home. i love dancing and whispering in people's ear, like when i was little and just whispered nonsense, cause i had no secrets to keep yet.
I want to go back to hector's house, where they have the pseudo fancy furniture and the bright baby toys spread all over. Where you can SCREAM and declare to your city that you are in love. where i dont speak in tongues and giberirsh, and i am not not not the person i am when i say "hello" instead of hola and "no left turn" instead of derecho and "son-of-a-bitch" instead of hijo e' Puta. There is too much difference there. it is not that one is better than the other... they are just different. Anywyas, the real important thing is when you can lay down next to people's heartbeats and know that you are here that they are here that you are home. and that home is anywhere and that what matters is that there is someone there to tell you "don't be sad."
I want to go back to hector's house, where they have the pseudo fancy furniture and the bright baby toys spread all over. Where you can SCREAM and declare to your city that you are in love. where i dont speak in tongues and giberirsh, and i am not not not the person i am when i say "hello" instead of hola and "no left turn" instead of derecho and "son-of-a-bitch" instead of hijo e' Puta. There is too much difference there. it is not that one is better than the other... they are just different. Anywyas, the real important thing is when you can lay down next to people's heartbeats and know that you are here that they are here that you are home. and that home is anywhere and that what matters is that there is someone there to tell you "don't be sad."