another day here and there

it is raining here in guatemala, and it is also pouring within my soul. Sometimes i feel like i spend too much time thinking about the phylosofy of my life and love, why is that?

You know? sometimes i think if i am complete or if i insist in looking for that half soul that as Ricardo Arjona (a guatemalan singer and composer) said in one of his songs, ¨she (or He in my case) is the one who sipps coffe with me on the same cup...the enemy of the goast in my mind¨

i think i have too much romantisism in me...what should i do?