Chance

Dim lights, you feel observed and you want to look and find out who it is but you decide to play the game a little longer pretending not to know he´s looking at you, almost devouring you with his eyes. You quickly look at him while he´s distracted for 2 seconds, "Do I know him?"-you ask yourself."It´s too dark in here,oh God he saw me looking..." Nervous with getting caught you decide to go outside for a cigarrete ,he gets up and walks right behind you. You get anxious and speed up your step and once you get outside he´s nowhere in sight,"What the heck? where did he go?" you smoke your cigarrete almost in slow motion in hopes he´ll show up.You´re intrigued with this character. He never comes out of the place so you adjust your dress ,throw out the cigarrete and walk in. For your surprise he´s waiting for you at the entrance,and once again all eyes on You. You stop right in front of him, he looks at you with a very serious face. You get a head to toe goosebump and in a shy voice you ask "Do I know you?" "-Do you?" he answers with another question. He didn´t smile much, he didn´t talk much, he the didn´t seem to feel much ...that was until you looked in his eyes. Green eyes with great depth, underneath the surface was where all the great things were kept safe and only if you had the right code you would be granted access to it. So far no one has been able to get there, and you felt like his question was an invitation. So you answered "Yes." He held your hand and you both walked out of there. That was the last time I saw you, I asked your friends about you and all of them give me the same answer : she´s getting closer to the truth.

Half Dead

Crazy people, crazy heads, different mentalities. He sat on the 6th floor window of that apartment on the Financial District,just smoking weed and looking out. He loved the smell of weed in the air it gave him a strange sense of confort.
An artist neighbor playing his guitar, a very sad but harmonious tune...it made him want to cry a little, tears of solitude in such an Amazing City.
Black smoke coming from the chiminea in the building in front, the darkest smoke he´s ever seen...probably someone burning outdated love letters that didn´t make sense anymore, that together with a broken heart will cause the darkest and thickest smoke you´ll lay your eyes on. The people walking by downstairs ,totally oblivious to the fact that he´s sitting there and has intentions to jump. God! Did it make him feel small that no one cared enough to stop him...so he dropped a beer bottle that he drank earlier that day, and it broke in to tiny pieces in the ground below.
The Deli guy downstairs cursed the day he was born, he looked down and gave him the finger. Well, at least now he knew the Deli guy would give a shit because his store front would be destroyed, and there would be blood splattered all over his fruit.
Three black pigeons sat besides him, one looking half dead and the other two not even concerned. "Of course not"- he thought ,"They´re pigeons after all". But that´s exactly how he felt, like the half dead pigeon. So ,in a leap of courage he jumped. The last thing he heard was the Deli guy calling him a motherfucker.

Inside the Person

Nothing, isn´t it fun to start a story with the word nothing? But that´s exactly what was up ,nothing. Days and days gone by , soul searching , learning about new religions, listening to new music, playing the piano, singing happy songs , painting , drawing and writing. Everything to keep her mind busy and off the dreadful conclusion.
People that came into her life were as boring as hell or heaven it depends on who´s analyzing it, too busy matching their shoes with their clothes , too worried if their looks would be aproved by society, too ignorant to notice their own feelings and too selfish to share themselves with the World in the real sense of sharing. She became one of the latter ones, she became a selfish human being that didn´t want to share herself with the World "Too busy with myself / too busy looking within / too busy taking a walk on my brain" -always too busy.
Indeed she was busy. In a different way nowadays, before she used to be busy with others, busy making their lifes better, with giving them the time of the day, with giving them the nutrients and vitamins to their soul a.k.a self esteem. She spent so much time living that way, that she forgot she existed as a human being, she saw herself as a Soul not a body...the body was only a vehicle to get to places . Disapointment brought up this new side of her Soul, she went from an extreme to the other and loved every second of it." Me,me,me, me!"
But in the end of the day right before falling asleep ,everyday the same conclusion : "Another day without loving." Will she find the much needed balance?

After Midnight

You always knocked on my door after midnight and I always opened the door with a smile, remember? I lived on that busy street in midtown number 11. I was always anxious for others people days to be over because it meant mine was about to start.And it started as soon as you set foot in my building ,listening to your steps on the stairs and the silly way you knocked on my door. I felt special because you chose to be with me and I thought it was going to last...long story short: then you broke my fucking heart because you chose to be with someone else.
So don´t come knocking on my door anymore ,because nowadays after midnight it´s already another day.

Almost

Your skin reminded me of silk, even though I only touched it once just by looking at it I could tell it was as soft as a cloud. Its color was so pure and milky I could almost taste it. Your blue eyes pierced through my being and as a bullet they got stuck in my heart. Your nude lips were shaped to perfection which made me want to bite them everytime I thought of you.And back then that was all I could do:to think of you.
Right now, I´m aware that you crossed my path so many times and I didn´t see you, we were at the same place at the same time with the same people but I was blind.It´s like you never existed until I saw you...and that day, I saw you. You were seated right in front of me, and boy you looked really scared! I thought that was hilarious, given the environment we were in. I tried to get your attention just by staring at you, but you were smart and you knew exactly what I was doing so you didn´t even look in my direction, you should´ve known that I love a challenge! So I got up and left you there by yourself as scared as you were in that tiny hallway. I spoke to so many people afterwards that I almost forgot about you...ALMOST. I came back and sat on the exact same spot and this time you looked at me in an exasperanting silence, that silence spoke louder than any person could ever speak. You were dying for me to talk to you, and who was I to take that pleasure away from you? "Hi"- I said to you, and you smiled no teeth showing. "How´s it going?" I asked. "Fine" you answered in a very thick accent."Oh,you´re not from here!" I instantly said, "How can you tell?"-you joked. We instantly conected with each other, mainly because our eyes and smiles were synched. Out of the blue you asked me if you could take me somewhere special, at the time I thought that was the worse pick up line ever, and I said no. "You don´t even have to leave your seat", I was totally confused and that´s when you got up and sat right next to me. For some reason I wasn´t scared, au contraire I felt very eased up and I thought it was from the champagne."Hold my hand!"-the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, obediently you took my hand and I remember how cold your hand was, almost too cold. We became one at that moment, you felt me and I felt you...and what I felt from you was a fear of being hurt, a fear of not being able to fly away, a fear of not being able to be free. I grabbed your face and promised to teach you how to do it, "How can you teach me to be free?" you asked me with a low voice...I got up and left the room never looking back, I knew you were an Angel and I wasn´t going to fall for it and so I didn´t.
Now that I know you´re happy and flying up in the sky I can answer your question: I´ll teach you to be free by letting you go.

43 questions, 1 answer

where do you go when you feel alone in the World? what do you do when you don´t have anyone to protect you? how do you feel when you realize it? do you stay in the gutter? or you gonna try to make it better once again? How many times can you make yourself feel better? where did you leave your dreams? as a matter of fact what are your dreams? do you still remember it? do you still dream? why do you think so much? why don´t you just do it? why don´t you back to school? why don´t you have parents to support you while you do it? why can´t you see your talent? why don´t you let it shine? why didn´t you have your parents unconditional love? why can´t you just tell everybody to fuck off? why do you allow them to come this close to you? where are you now? what are you doing there? what have you become? what were you? when are you leaving? where are you living? do you call this a life? why do you criticize them when you are doing exactly the same? where´s your sense of humor? where´s your sense of self? what do you know about me? do you want to know more? do you know how much is 365x 12? do you know how much time you´ve wasted? do you want more out of life? how much more? do you think you´ll make it? how far? how long? do you feel trapped by life? are you still breathing? are you still talking? are you still thinking? are you still being? shut up.

So far, so close.

She always enjoyed contemplating the Moon, so amazingly Royal up in the Sky...but that was also a problem it was up in the sky not at arms reach.
She tried many times to go from little star to little star, she took rides from shooting stars to get there faster but couldn´t seem to get there,it was still to far.
Every night she would gaze up at it,and define new routes and ways to get there, one after the other all the plans failed. She became extremely unhappy, specially on the nights of New Moon ,when her most adored thing in the World wouldn´t even show up to say hi.
One night , with her telescope in hand admiring the Full Moon with tears in her eyes and sadness in her heart it started pouring and she just stood there,rain mixed with tears, rage mixed with love, poetry mixed with energy. She walked inside and decided it was ok to admire the Moon from afar and never touch it.Finnaly she still loved it but was very happy with the Earthly things that she could touch.