Yours

Walking by the street, or the sand. Running in the field or the water. Gaveling the first breath, out of the belly inside of the factory. The first cry reminding you´re out for the world. The first yell of ignorance and pain. The first perceptions; when the bullet penetrates the brain and crashes into the neurons collapsing the nervous system giving the body a lethal shock and a shoot of adrenalin, when the first motor nerve works and with it comes the movement of life. Closing the eyes because the strong light of the artificial globe is killing you, and giving one last breath of that pure life that now is gone. Seeing the love of your life walking through the hall in direction of you with the cleanest sense of harmless soul, with the heart in her hands and sweet water rivers in her eyes, thinking that she is not enough and that she does not deserve you. Then, random people clean your body and everything start to fall apart from that point. The first sensation of contamination in your limbs. A lot of saliva thought your cheek and neck. Ears working because of the congratulations from stranger voices and incredulity eyes. Seeing fuzzy all around, but being confident because the energy incoming is from the one who gave you food and provided a temporarily house for you’re a while ago. Touching for the first time the immensity of the green forest in the first family outgoing meal, or meddle the immaculate water dimension of the sea with the first vacation road trip. Maybe having the opportunity of losing the horizon with the panoramic sunset in the sky or losing the track of time when she start to sing, or maybe not. Being in your creator´s big arms, not knowing and not caring where the water ends nor the sky starts. Losing count of the stars at night when you are laying in the sand, or looking up at the sky from the rooftop putting the Christmas lights believing in angels and stars. Feeling meaningless with your class roommates but dismissing the worries and the fears with your favorite book. Making eye contact with the most gorgeous female in class, feeling butterflies in the stomach, feeling how you fall into a black hole but with colors inside its labyrinth, when you look at her and she looks back at you. Giving her first kiss, lie about you when she asks because you want her to think you are right for her. Being embarrassed when she figures out the lie and she confronts you. Love her when she is angry, jealous, hungry or tired. Contemplate her hair while she grabs your arm walking by the shore, barefoot. Feeling the cold water and picking up little crustaceans in the sand. Hugging her soul, playing with her fingers, making her laugh with things that does not seem to be funny in your head, but in hers it does, apparently. Making memories at noon and fucking at the night:; fucking until the orgasm becomes a spaceship and get both of you out of the world you´re living. Dancing in the middle of the stars. Sailing between planets and comets. Touching and kissing her skin with moon powder. Feeling softener and lighter than Neptune´s rings and levitate through them. Become and adult because of the first orgasm with her, feeling meaningless the other ones. Smoking weed with your friends and being so high in the roof of your parent´s building talking with your friends about this particularly girl, why she is amazing and how you fall for her. Waking up alone like nothing is important except yourself until you see her morning text and suddenly your house is her house as well. Getting in trouble for stealing clothes for your unborn baby, doing it for the adrenaline or because you are broke. Yell, fight and cry walls when she is mad at you because some bullshit claims or immaturity. Forgiveness, kisses and hugs n the reconciliation sofa and with the sweet tea both like. Redo the cycle until wrinkles faces and hands. Asking for pardon and forgiving mistakes. Throwing boxes of yours collecting dirt because you´re gone. Me, being alone again with the memory of you, of us.

Old and lonely but still making good money and saving it for the grandsons, trying not to spend it in trash products or higher quality psychedelic. Seated in the reconciliation sofa, with your photo in my hand and your pajama as my scarf letting myself go to meet with you again. Creating the atmosphere needed to travel in time or space and be able to hear your voice again. Feel the wind´s whisper I never thought I could feel again without you in my arms, but embracing the silence that comes with it too. Watching the leaves of your favorite tree dance with the nature air until the tree is completely empty because of the winter. Watch the mountains so withe that pupils hurts after a while of being there. Losing memories in the snow and leaving energies in the cold weather, pretending that I'm dancing with you one last time.

Until we meet again.

Forever yours.