The day has passed

and we are still the same

dancing with the swords

pointing the pointy end to the air

breath in the same room

exhaling the thorn we consume

I look at us

remembering the day you forget

throwing the pictures you made with your hand

with the finger you used

to braids the story we have never been

The day has passed

and we forgot

how we step in the puddle of blood

that now is not red anymore

walked on the eggshell on the sand

running away from the waves

the God stirs with his spoon

Don't look at my eyes

let go of my hand

we drop the sword

let me die

let me live

let me die

let me live

forgetting the picture of you

from the pupil of the pointy end

of my swords

A week ago I decided to join Prose because I heared they have some challenges that can help me to exercise my creativity. So, I joined two challenges right away. I was so exicted and can't stop typing and hyping about it.

I shared it all with my friends and on social as well only to end up cannot slowing down my brain. I got sick in the next morning. Not because Prose, but, because I was staying until late and not waring warmer clothes.

Alright, who the hell not wearing warmer clothes in October, right? Well, let's try to live in Spain and you'll get confused if it's the right time to get warm or it's still too hot. Yes, that's my excuse. The best thing I should do was sleeping early and eat well. But, guess what? I forgot that too.

So here I am. I hope, I'm not missing too many things here and still able to catch up. Since I haven't got the chance to familiarize with the platform, I'll snoop around as well. I'm planning on posting every twice a week at least. Either by joining a challenge or just random post. But, there is a catch, if during 3 months I can't manage myself to post twice a week, I'll reduce into once a week. My mental and physical health is more important. I gotta love myslef.

Anyway, see you in couple of days!

I was wondering

Pacing in the empty land

Watching all grass stepping and greening

I was waiting

My mama didn't call tonight

Nobody ain't coming in

Freeing the lamb from the fridge

Like a pie my brother eating

I saw one light

Coming up through the hole

Peeping from the sky

Don't wait

Can't get sucked

To touch

Might get blinded

I was wondering

If the baby could walk

Could I stand if I fail to run?

I was on the airplane, seated near the window, next to two other strangers. It was a very long journey, a 16-hour flight. My legs felt numb. I became impatient and nervous. I shook my legs, wondering, "When will all this be over?" I thought, letting out a big sigh. Then, I saw streetlights from the window. I checked the time on the small TV screen in front of me. It was 5:30 in the morning. I couldn't believe I was finally here. I heard the pilot make an announcement, followed by the flight attendant announcing the local time and reminding us about the seatbelt. I felt overwhelmed with happiness. My eyes became wet. I tried my best to hold back my tears.

A land that I had never stepped foot in before. A strange land that I could finally see from above, and for no reason, it felt so familiar. A feeling of longing suddenly emerged; it was so weird. For no reason, I called this place 'Home'. And now, I've been here, making a living in my home.

Long marry the round

Scattered hay I rose above

Big smile, wicked eyes

The best suit with stripe

Call me 'oh gentleman, Jack'

Or I'll chase your dream