We

We weren't Romeo and Juliet, we weren't star-crossed lovers who were meant to die side by side. We weren't soul mates. We were puzzle pieces, put together by the hand of the wind and water. We were happy, young, in love.

His hands took mine to always make me feel protected. I showed him the light of the summer, and he
showed me the beauty of the snow. I made him laugh to make him feel heard. We tumbled into each other so that neither of us fell. We laughed about the ignorance around us, and embraced our rebellious teenage years.

We walked along the lake-shore into life without any idea that the winds were around the corner. We traveled through the streets of the dark city without knowing that there were ghosts hidden in the allies.

But when the clock hit 4 in the morning we were lost within the woods, we had gone so far of our paths that the beauty of the trees was lost, and the butterflies had become spiders. We had trusted our eyes to lead us, but we were blind by the heat of the moment.

We weren't Romeo and Juliet, but we had fallen deep in love like them, for the love to break us in the end.

Pacific airs

Between the clouds I feel big. Between the blue sky and the power of the wind I can fly to my destiny. I move between the heights and observe how little problems seem for a far, and how grandiose it is to keep going every time the sun comes up. My heart beats strongly in my chest when I see the palm tress growing and the sea getting closer.

With my hair loose, a smile on my face, and a book in my hands I get to the farthest shoreline, that which very few travel to. In that shoreline, breathing the salt water smell, I find myself again. Even though, I have been lost in the paths of the sand, I have discovered precious rocks, broken shells that no one wants but that don't cut if touched carefully, and little goals that have helped me reach the sea. The waves roar and splash, but they don't scare me. On the contrary, I enjoy each drop that brushes; each of them gives me strength to face the next storm, it passes onto me the happiness of knowing what time is, that vague concept that directs everything and gives nothing for granted.