The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
Free of the World. Rain worshipper. Hermit. Tormented mind. Caged spirit. Defiant and eternal enemy of Destiny and Fate. Poet. Scientist. Artist. Daydreamer. He who laughs. Slacker. Sleeper. Romancer of wings and clouds. Fiercely independent. He who is ponderous. Games and anime junkie. Four eyes. Caveman. Nature-lover. He who doesn't think that hard. Non-smoker. Music-junkie. Counter of blessings. Guitar-hugger. He who simply wants what everybody else would like to be in this world and the next -- to be happy.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
I sometimes believe
That this world is not for me
If only because I'm never "there"
Or be "here" when it counts the most
I've let down people
I've disappointed crowds
But the deal was never with them was it?
And so I believe this world is not for me
Yet in my most fevered dreams
I believe the reason I'm here or
The reason I should be around and such
Is because, I only need to meet you ... just you
After that my life is complete
The circle is closed, and I'm ready to leave
Take all my memories with me and exit this fate
Look only ahead as I gently close the door behind me ...
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