Que Haces?

Que haces cuando sientes de repente un golpe físicamente inexistente.
Cuando entra en tu periferia una energía que es imposible ignorar,
Imposible no mirar, sin los deseos de tocar, oler, y saborear.

O si no fue al instante, existe segundos después de una sonrisa, una risita, un parpadeo encantador.

O tal vez el millisegundo siguiendo la unión de sus miradas, la suya voluble cambiando con exagerada frecuencia, según cada una de tus palabritas que desatas con el motivo de seducirla.

Que haces?

Fatigue

It drifts...It turns blank....
It becomes overwhelmed with absurdities, serious thoughts, trivialities and emotions. Occasionally, it becomes the receptor of my blinking eyes, a true optic processor, sentimentally dry.

My mobility is reduced, my movements minimal. The movements that do occur are instinctually motivated, driven by short lived discomfort. I want to lay down and stare at the wall, analize it's lack of colour; the flaky paint detaching itself from it's intimate neighbour, the partition.

Suddenly, my patience diminishes and the anxiety increases. I close my eyes and try to escape the painful habit of being here in this fatigued body, yearning for some incomprehensible, maybe non-existent cacoon, that I know existed at some point in time, but without the knowledge of how to return to that vessel.

VM