

The Last Dance
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 Little Truth Behind The Screen
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!
Don’t Let My Fear Take Me Tonight
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?
First Day Arrived Home
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.