May 25th

I woke up next to the moon and listened to the songs of the night. My feet jumped from the bed at two in the morning and my body let itself be dragged by insomnia. I went to the terrace with a pen in hand and in the leaves painted by the rain I inscribed my tale. I smiled while the words were being tattooed on the branches, conveying the end of a beginning. I pulled an all-nighter between candles that blew out when my mind was lit.

The sun came in through my window at eight and my heart started to beat with anticipation. The flavor of the tea was mixed with memories dissolved in confusion between reality and imagination. I sat down on the morning cloud, who let me stay in their paradise until it started to rain. It rained kisses, laughs, hellos, congratulations, catastrophes and bumps. It rained until I was soaked in happiness, but it only rained on one side of the screen.

Between sweet and sour, I went back to the routine. I tried to get into the water but I froze before feeling the lake at my feet. The cold of the waves went up to my chest, where it stayed until spring's wind took sweep it away. When the cold left, there came a heat that I thought would never appear by my side. This heat suffocated me until it drained me and it clothed me until I feel asleep with its lullabies.

I woke up next to a star, who lifted me up from my nostalgia and led me towards the future. Together, we laughed in the grass and contemplated how quickly things change from one moon to another.