My name it's Alejandro.... i go by Alec, it's shorter, not as hard to pronounce to some people.
I live in Miami, FL.
I read a little bit too much..
Sometimes i find myself in that place between fiction and reality in which i feel that once i open a door one of the characters of my books is gonna walk in and act like its the most normal thing in the world..
I think a little bit too much.
I find myself to be lonely when im with others, i enjoy the silence i keep when someone talks. sometimes im not listening even tho it looks like i am. I try to imagine they are saying something else, something i wish to hear and then i smile. very few people have caugh up on that. those few i have loved
I love a little bit too much.
I cant get it straight, its like a part of the brain i was born without. I havent gotten good at it yet, usually best intentions are not always called for. I learned once that one persons love could be enough to carry both of them forever, but then again... one is nothing, two are everything.
I spend a little too much time alone.
I enjoy my company. you will learn the strangest things about yourself when you linger alone. i realized i was a jazz lover, never knew before. The only thing i have found out to be not so good about it, its that great movie you go see and wish someone else was there to comment, also the half bag of pop-corn you throw away at the end of the movie... and when you drink a big soda like that alone you end up going to pee in the middle of the movie.
I listen to a little too much music.
Every song has a story. sometimes it tortures me, sometimes is bliss. I think they speak for themselves, stories of long lost loves and new yet to come... there also a song called "if i ever feel better" by Phoenix. talks about me.
I give into temptation easily.
The things I possess are my life and soul. I am a vessel for my heart. /Rei Ayanami/
"Bela Lugosi it's dead, and so am I. But what's left of Bela is rotting in a pine coffin somewhere, while I have the oportunity to sit here on the balcony, enjoy my drink and look at you. Correct me if I'm being presumptious, but i suspect i have the better end of the deal. I can tell by looking at you that you are not comprehending. Of course not-- there cynical, rational times, and you're not going to believe I am a dead man just because i said so. So sit down. Please, I insist you make yourself confortable. I'm going to open your eyes... and I'm afraid my dear, that you're not going to like what you see."
Alec
