Yeidi Gonzalez
- Notebook Addiction
I love notebooks. I mean, I can't get enough of them. Big ones, small ones, ones with spirals sewn through them, serious ones dressed all in black, and ones that look like they should have a fiesta hat on them. I wander down the aisle of notebooks and they seem to be whispering my name.
Yeidi Gonzalez
- Walk Down A Creepy Setting
Walking down a broken and cracked road, I couldn't help but shiver at the biting cold wind blowing against me. The night was a moonless one, with not a single streetlight to be found. The old, sagging buildings pressing against the street seemed to protest my presence, ever looming over me. I had the overwhelming feeling of not being welcomed as I struggled down the road like a blind man on a journey to nowhere. Then I heard the rustling of fabric, like someone running with robe that's too big.
Yeidi Gonzalez
- A Reason To Stop
She was running. Running like she was being followed by a group of Olympic thugs. She didn't know why she was running. It was dark, she could only make out the pavement just in front of her as she dodged the plethora of potholes. She flew through the city, searching for something but she couldn't remember what. She felt like she was being hunted, looking for sanctuary as she barreled through the similar streets. Her wide eyes darted back and forth looking for a reason to stop.
Yeidi Gonzalez
- News Travels Fast
If you can watch me dance to no music and not criticize me, you are a noble human. If you can listen to my rants and not laugh at me, you are a wonderful person. If you can hear me mess up sentences and not think I'm stupid, you are a fair judge. If you can watch my expressions and not think I'm immature, you are a nice friend. If you can help me when I'm in pain, you are a good Samaritan. If you can understand me at any time, you are an amazing confidante.
