The Light Of My Day

The alarm is on at 10 o’clock in the morning. I open my eyes for a moment and think to myself if I should sleep for a bit longer. But I can’t. Because I don’t feel like it. Because I just can’t.I wake up and look in the mirror. I can’t see myself. I don’t want to look at myself. And so I’m off to have a shower and stay there for half an hour dreaming with my eyes wide open what has already been dreamed yesterday. I get dressed in a hurry not knowing the reason behind all this madness. And I leave the house. I look in the sky and see stars. Invisible and sleepy stars. I hang around in the narrow streets and think of my shopping list. I want everything. Why not? There’s no reason why I can’t have what I want. Or maybe there is, but it’s me who doesn’t want to accept it. I want nothing... People pass me by. They all have lively eyes. All filled with hope for being alive for one more day. Except me. I’m the only one with despair in mine. I don’t know where to go. Because I’m alone. I’m so lost in my own home. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t have the slightest idea of what I’m saying either as nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing is worth of my time to look at when you're not around. Simply because nothing compares to you. To your unconditional love you’ve got for me. I need you. I need you to wake me up everyday with your sweet kisses... exclusively for me. And only so I have the notion of where to go, what I want.

The Sound Of Nature

It's raining heavily
and here I am
trying to write something
that's worth a moment
of yours to read it
and each time
I see those lightnings,
images come to my mind
blurry at first...
someone once told me
"thunders awake thoughts and memories"
and to that, I replied
"well, only the unwanted, unpleasant ones"
and after saying that
he smiled and didn't say anything further
I thought I was right
until now
it's when I hear the thunders
those sweet images come up to me
every single bit and taste of those
vivid experiences comes to life
so yes he was right,
thunders really awake thoughts and memories
but not just the unwanted, unplesant ones.

Her Moment Of Truthfulness

From the very moment they kissed, she knew he was the one. The one who would never let her out again. The one who would never give her back herself. The one and only one. They got married a few years later and had a kid. Everything seemed perfect like one of those family portraits most people have in their houses, with perfect shining smiles from everyone, except from every heart. There's always something hidden behind those smiley faces. And perhaps, that's the beauty of it.

He started to get home late. Excuses were more and more frequent. And so were the lies told to her. She no longer slept with arms wrapped around her waist. The bed was cold and too big. His heart was further away from her, even though they both pretended nothing was wrong, nothing was completely wrong. Because even a stopped clock is right twice a day. And so she kept on walking holding her man's hand but not feeling his skin. It was too strange to her already. His eyes, his lips, his face were no longer the same. She even thought it could had been her who changed. Maybe she didn't give much attention to the family. Didn't consider enough her husband and daughter. Didn't satisfy him enough in many aspects.

Maybe it was really time to make up for what was lost, she thought. But how? Well, by agreeing with most of the things he said. By caring more his feelings and do whatever he requested, forgetting her own ones. By putting her man first. And that means forgetting, once again, herself. She tried and tried but didn't succeed. He became even more reluctant to her. Tried even harder to stay away from her, beautifying each escape with different excuses. She told herself to be patient. To wait and see. Afterall, good things never come easy, she thought. Still nothing.

Until one day, when she was at the supermarket deciding which peanut butter he would like this time, she saw him standing there. All she could see was her man's fingers embracing someone else's in the exact way a few years ago she experienced herself. He looked shocked but didn't show a slight hint of worriness. And that was it. She payed and left the place. Was very angry. Unbelievably mad. Worst of all, a very bitter feeling. But then, as time went by, she was relieved. She was starting to feel herself back into that body. Her soul that was gone long ago.

Now, I don't have to carry any guilty feeling of being a bad wife. Now I've all the time for myself and my little princess. And now I no longer need to buy peanut butter because I never really liked it in the first place.