Future

I had heard about it; stories about its fierce footsteps and unwanted battles. I never truly accepted it would reach me, I expected to stay hidden in the playground forever, not caring about its whereabouts or victims. They said it doesn't understand mercy or patience; it's always carrying on its task. I never believed it.

Until, one day, it came for me.

It stormed in without warning, breaking the door down and turning the furniture upside down. It turned off the lights and kept me in the darkness. I haven't seen myself since that day. It took my blind freedom away, not letting me stay tied down anymore. It made me want to run, sprint to the woods, where someone else had the lead. It made me face my fears, but it didn't teach me how to face its constant presence. It dug its way into my mind, always having a say in my words, twisting them until I couldn't speak anymore. It made me choose. It made itself permanent in my days, and its tattoo bound in my skin. The tattoo says its name, a word made of six letters and anxious colors. "Future" is written on my arm.

Hand in hand with time

I found myself in the corner with the leaves falling around me, melting with a green that inspires hope.

I found myself with the grey sky, who´s waiting for the sunset to come so it can turn orange and dance next to the fire.

I found myself with my feet bare, confused for stepping on October.

I found myself face to face with someone who I thought I had forgotten. Autumn looks at me with uncertainty, waiting for me. He puts his hand before mine, inviting me to let the summer warmth go, to start to change. Disoriented, my hand starts to approach his, doubting if it´s ready to let a new season guide it. I hear a whisper about promises that will be kept and I let myself go.

The stranger, with the name of autumn, recites poems about change, he relates poetry about copper colored mornings. I let the poems make me different, take the cold with delight, wear scarfs hidden at the back of the closet. The verses help me remember autumn, the fairy tales that were written by its side and the beauty of waking up next to it.

Now, I find myself dancing to the beat of a new season.

October 4th

It was spontaneous, a car driven by the power of the lyrics and eyes open for the sake of coffee. The three hearts beat in unison, hoping to keep the forever of the moment hidden in the clock. They traveled, like birds after a long winter, through the blue and silver of the city. They made the drive their own; it was just them and the tangles of city being unraveled by the music.

It was impeccable, walking through the streets at midnight, letting their childhood slip through their fingers. Water made them see how the simple moments are what matter, they splashed and laughed, letting the weight of their shoulders leave them in the translucent fountain. They dreamed of climbing the city, being and the top and jumping without wings, just to feel the adrenaline pound in through their bodies. The city could never scare them.

It was compassionate. They protected her with speed and untold secrets. He took her hand to lift her spirits up, making the broken seem fixed. They dared the established, not caring before speaking. They promised to do and not think, letting time take them.

It was unique, a night to never leave their memories. The stars looked at them and felt jealous of the boys and the girl for having turned a simple autumn night into an experience so remarkable, into a night that only spoke of truthful mysteries. The three teenagers clashed, creating a friendship born in smoke, a smoke that intertwined different corners of the world coming together. The moon was the witness of an everlasting chorus.