With passing images that taunt my memory I am constantly reminded of uncertainty. The sidewalks I walk through from corner to corner are cold and wet leaving no trails to follow. I glance upon those who come across my path, which leaves me waiting with sweaty brow and nervous hands for the moment we meet again.

The streetlights fluttered with anticipation leaving shadows quivering, while my cold fingers brush against buttons that light up on command. A silhouette appears from the subtle blend of light and darkness that creates the memory of her soft embrace with a mild greeting ending with a gentle press against each other’s cheeks.

The night begins with awkward glances accompanied by poor attempts to crack a smile on her face. She sympathizes and amuses me by laughing ever so slightly never leaving time for me to peek at her eyes.

There are moments in my life that I will never forget, moments that will never leave me. I have experienced some things that most people where I am from never get a chance to experience. The older I get the more I realize that what I have done has been done by many before me. So what I thought to be a original and unique life is horribly cliche'. The time I have spent on this earth can interpreted in both manners either cliche' or totally original. Its all based on your perspective, you see to my family I am considered a pioneer who blazed trails and never looked back. To others who have traveled and experienced different worlds through art, travel and documentation look upon me as cliche and boring. C'est la vie.

I am constantly reminded of my history and how I have come to be the person I am today. The Island of Puerto Rico isn't a place that I can call home, but it is a place that I have grown to love. My earliest memories of the Island are few and far between I can honestly say that I have vague memories of the ocean and its sound, smell and texture. The majority of my memories are of structures; cement slabs placed together to create shapes that inhabit the lives of others. These "others" I remember are people of all walks of life but share a simple yet strong bond. My compassion for this Island grew from this very bond. The lights, the cars and life I observe with every waking moment during my visit were a part of another world. The days were filled with colors and objects I've never seen before, I felt as if the world paused with every blink of the eye. I stood still as everything around me moved with such passion and grace. I felt at ease with the beautiful chaos that unraveled every minute I gave it the opportunity to present itself to me. My visits were always interrupted by the sweet voice of my mother that was riddled with disappointment because of our soon departure. It was a strange feeling getting such bad news from a voice that I adored so much. I could never become a part of this island because I never gave it a chance to love me back.

Self Portrait

Hello everyone,

I have recently tried to make good use of my time since my completion of my undergraduate degree. Due to my withdrawal caused by the lack of school assignments and abundance of free time I have started this wonderful disorganized blog. I really have no theme or purpose besides just practicing to write and express myself. Well if you do read it and I thought anyone will, I hope you enjoy it.

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