She stuttered a lot.

When they fought

He would wait for her.

To finish cursing at him

Then he would kiss her.

That's how they dealt with their problems.

"I never hated my father. Sure I was mad at him, but never really hated him."

Jason picked up the axe and started cutting woods

After a few strikes he dropped the axe and watched the sunset on the horizon.

"I just wish I could've asked him some stuff you know? Like why the fuck would you kill yourself and not watch me grow? Why didnt you stay to to teach me how to change a tire or fix the goddamn tv?"

He picked up the axe again angrily and started chopping woods with rage.

"What-about-mom? " he was running out of breath.

"Why-leave-her-all-the-responsibility!?"

He dropped on his knees.

He heard a bird chirping from the distance,

Like a message toward him.

He looked around him, the wooden cabin on his right, trees all around him, and the path down with a view of sunset on the horizon.

He sat down.

"I'm good... I was raised good, a lot of good people around me to make me a person I am today."

"Sons always learn from their dads—some want to be like them, others the complete opposite.""

His dog came to him and started cheering him up.

"Thanks for always listening charlie...It's getting cold, lets go inside buddy."

He looked at the sun before she went to sleep for the night.

"Happy birthday dad."

There are 2 kinds of uber drivers

Talkative ones

Quiet ones

Lately I've been encountering alot of "talkative" ubers.

Don't get me wrong, I love talking to

people.

Everybody got a story that deserves

to be heard.

Even as a writer you need to listen

more to people, see more to use that

in your craft.

But alot of times I prefer if they're

quiet, So I can drown myself In my

daydreams listening to music and be

out of the place I am .

Daydreaming about being somewhere

else, with someone else, being a better

version of myself.

Thats the magic of music.

But lately I dont get that chance when

I'm In the uber. Suddenly out of

nowhere they start talking, sharing

their stories and experiences, their

regrets, and ...

At first I'd get slightly annoyed, In my

head I'd be like "please, 5 more

minutes until I get to home, I wanna

listen to some music man..."

But now everythings changed.

First of all, I'm honored that people

see me as a guy who would listen and

care for what their saying. Thats an

honor I will keep forever.

What if their stories, their experiences

are a message coming from the

universe to guide me?

What if these are gods guidences that

are coming my way?

It's funny...

One time I was very upset with a

situation at my work and I was burnt

out. Then I got an uber, and he

started talking about life

And how we have to enjoy the

moments.

I talked with him all the way home

and smiled. Not only because he was a

kind and hardworking man

But because he told me something

that I needed to hear.

From thay day forward, I listen more.

Why daydream when you can

experience life through others words?

How do I tell you

That I dream of having a pizza date night with you?

You wearing a grey crop top

And a black plaid pajama pants

Me wearing a white tank top

And a grey sweatpants

You place the dough

I put the sauce on it

And spill some of it on my tank top

You laugh

I kiss you in the middle of it

We place the toppings

And wait for it

In the meantime

We listen to some frank ocean

And we embrace eachother

Until the pizza gets ready.

How do I tell you what I dream

When I can't even talk to you without

panicking?

How do I tell you?

Im never going to tell you how I feel about you

And you're never going to tell me how you feel about me

My mind won

The wolves around you got happy

They're howling now

My heart lost.

If It all goes well In the end

What would I say to myself?

All those fears and doubts that burried my joy for living

All the anxiety that took over me when I wanted to experience things

What would I say to myself then?

That I was wrong?

That It was just a mistake?

Im 22 and I let myself down too many times because of those thoughts

But what if I do get what I want In the end?

And all those things that pulled me back were not real?

Do I dare to look at myself In the miror then?

To smile at what I could've achieved

If I stopped caring about those thoughts?

What If I stop now?

Stop listening to my doubts, fears and anxiety?

To go live by myself alone somewhere

To walk the street without a care In the world

To express my feelings toward her

Two path ahead of me now

The path of living

And the path of silent death

Anytime, anywhere we make that decision

It matters

No matter the age

No matter the gender

No matter the race

No matter the fears and doubts

To live, Is to fight with those thoughts

And prevail.

They were driving In the highway

Sunset gave an orange color to the world around them

They were planning to go to the beach

"Hey dude lets play a game."

He turned off the car's radio.

"Come on man..."

" lets play what if."

" what if? "

" yeah, I'll say some first then you do it."

"Ok."

"What if the world ended now?

What if the aliens attacked us tomorrow?

What if you could fly?"

He was silent, focusing on his driving, or so it would seem

"Its your turn."

He smiled briefly.

"What?"

"What if she knows how to cook a lasagna,

And Its the best lasagna you can ever taste?

What if she wears a beautiful yellow and white dress while making it

And she ties her long hair before that?

What if you go get her flowers to surprise her with her favourites, dandelions.

What if she nearly drops the lasagna because of your surprise?

What if you make love to eachother so well that night that time stops?

What if... she says I love you from her heart?"

Silence filled the car

"..."

"Its your turn now."

"..."

"What?"

"Dude... you passed the beach."

"Oh... my bad."

"..."

They say when you dream and you see yourself

Its a parallel world

I saw a dream last night

Where me and you were looking for houses to buy

For moments

My doubts were gone

My fears faded

My smile brought back

You were so excited

I was proud

Then I woke up

Clock showed 3:33

I thought of that saying

If that was really a parallel world

I got so jealous of myself in there

He was with you

Planning a life together

In this world

I can't even talk to you...

You felt like you didn't belong anywhere

I felt like I belonged to you

You walked faster than anything

Moving between people and worlds

I chased after you

But my legs gave up

They got sore of walking so fast

My heart ached

From pumping so fast

My soul dried

For forgetting myself

I only have a scent of you now

A faded image of your smile

​a sea of your eyes

You're waiting for the next destination

Me?

I don't know.

Did you call me to come to you?

Oh darling...

Im tired.