Creative fear

What is this great fear?

All this time...all these long years...18 to be exact, I have been hiding in my imaginary realm - but now I am afraid of it. To be used for creating real worlds, real games.

As time presses on I feel more and more afraid of completing any idea for a game.

I can see a beach in my mind...Acapulco. Great places of love and sin. Great opportunities to be happy and to lose my mind.

Is this it? To lose my mind. To not be able to draw the line between fantasy and reality? to not know where my comfort zone is?

My imagination has been my haven, btu now it is just for creating. I have no haven.

Fear of losing myself because I have lost my imagination.

Procrastination...my weapon.

But maybe...juts maybe...she is on the other side.

Poema amorosa

Sí alguna vez tu medía naranja pregunta:

¿Porque bailas?

Le dices: Mi alma baila para quitarte la tristeza en tus ojos.

O puedes decir...

Lagrima de pasión.

Lagrima que brota de tu vientre. Lagrima que coerce los latidos de tu corazón. Esa lagrima única que sale a humedecer tus labios, esa lagrima única que los humecte para que yo las pueda besar. Lagrima que me hace real para ti.

Gota de memorias y esperanzas. Te beso, sellando esas memorias en tus labios y sellando tus esperanzas en mi alma.