"so what's your plan?"
me: "Well, I know I have to graduate."
"No..I mean...what's your plan?"
me: "I don't know. I guess..I just want to read..and do whatever feels right at the time."

My dad. He's always playing music,
I especially like when he drinks. He just lets it all out.
"mira mija..." he tells me. "olle esta cancion.." i can hear his eyes well up and he doesn't look at me. why would he? his eyes are turned to some place better. I can feel his heart trembling.
i never listen to his music. I just walk away. I have my own right here....