Twiiiilight

Milo (Mcheesy)

Milo was a distant soul. We first met a late December. My Christmas spirit was waring off and I had the distinct impression that he was hitting on me. I ignored it really because, well because everything smelled like flowers and reading in the rain never goes out of fashion. The second time we met it was pretty casual. No hard hellos, no rough goodbyes. Just me and my book, just him and the rain. It took me seven more books and the longest rainfall ever to look at Milo. The first time my eyes saw him with sheepish detail, I noticed how he closed his hands ever so often. More so when he was trying to make a point. I couldn't focus on what he was saying... I just followed his birthmarks up and down his skin and they looped away to my thoughts. What was he saying? I guessed he sort of noticed I was checking him out and he grinned a grin that was automatically branded in my head. Oh Milo! He then told me clearly, while I was staring at his left ear lobe, that he was dating someone. My eyes began to melt as my heating body could now only focus on his bright red t-shirt. I could have sworn he just read all of this from my eyes. I felt more heat coming as my head grew hotter and hotter. And as I was ready to leave the room and faint somewhere else... Milo told me he was lying. It was a test, or a really bad prank. A wake up call to take away my book and sweep me of my feet.

Fever

It all started with her fever. She told me her mouth felt extremely hot. Her breathing took different sorts of patterns as I wondered what to do next. I thought she was delirious. I was impatient, maybe sordid. In her state she told me in several ways she felt like escaping... it felt like she didn't want to be herself any longer. Then she turned languid, her face looked sullen and as she tried to speak, I felt her dark hot breath upon me as if she wanted to melt my skin.

-Please take me with you, that's all she said.

It was difficult, you see. Up till that moment, I always knew, I was just a figment of her imagination. I was protected in her thoughts and given a set of boundaries by her own self... Little by little my body was forming, my fingers evolving and I felt it. Desire, despair... my mind ran wild, I guess, for the very first time. She looked at me without surprise. Her big comprehensive smile shook me. I was alive now.

Ze

There is a space between my brain and the world. It is vast, ample and somewhat morose. I guess the temperature here is a bit off. I guess this is what they meant when they sung that this is where I end. But where the hell does everyone else begin? I stand alone, a bit more confident now. With my hands in stretched in front, I try to conquer the world. Maybe its no use. All I see are colorful gears suspended in the air. And all You see is nonsense.

"Be persistent and get uncomfotable" MP

Maybe our excuse was solace. The point was we made a little detour down the road. Conversations led to conversations and words led to some laughs. Discovery I guess was what made us stay there. I never thought soul mates existed, he told me. Neither did I, really. In unspoken words, maybe we both knew there is no such thing. It was how it all made so much sense after all… complemented by the perfect climate and all the earthy tones. We talked about a particular book, and the conversation ended something like this:

- “… if you ever feel like burning down a room, could you?”
- “Uff. I could burn down the moon”




tbc

Ppppalin

Feist!

Bruma.

La bruma que respiro, me la soplan al oído y borracha me zambullo en la inconciente ceguera. Me levanto y laposa, se pega fuertemente a mi cara y nunca me deja en paz. La bruma, mi antitesis, me come. Me dilata las pupilas y difumina lo que en algún momento fui para convertirme en nada y no despertar jamás. Maldita bruma, devuélveme lo que fui. De vez en cuando me surge un leve recuerdo y al momento confieso que, la maldita bruma, convertida en grasas, en tedio, en horas largas dentro de un automóvil, en él, en mi... maldita bruma no me deja progresar. Se propaga en mi piel febrilmente y es mi parásito. Pinta en mis ojos dos grandes nubes y le añade a mi sangre un gran calor sudado que paraliza mis pensamientos. Te odio bruma. Déjame sentirme yo, sentirme fuerte... sentir un puño de arena fuerte en mis manos y nadar ágilmente sobre las olas. No me robes a mi, es todo lo que tengo, bruma.

I <3 Dwight

"What do i do with my bonus check? Simple, purchase paper for myself. Boost my sales which boost my bonus. Last year, I bought even more paper, to make this year's bonus even bigger. Eventually, I'll get a bonus so big, I could retire from it and I'll use the paper to write my memoires."

Dwight Shrute