Winter

I agree with the majority when they say life hits them in the face. Time comes prepared with winter clothing, while we're standing bare naked, begging for some shelter. Our bare feet touch the snow with care, while the thrones from spring are slowly making us bleed without mercy. Our eyes are crying silent tears, because the cold has decided to silence our calls for warmth. We beg for the sun with our hands, putting them forward to the trees. Life doesn't respond, it only stares back at us in the form of snow flakes.

The wind howls, preparing itself to knock us down and gather our bones when there is no skin left. We try to move, but the frostbite is making our bodies into sculptures. Our hands are frozen next to our hearts, trying to see if there's any part of them left untouched. The pounding of our chests has stopped, and the wind has made its way between the trees. It throws us to the ground, and our icy bodies break. We become part of the fallen cold.

Take me

Tell me that you want to dance. Whisper in my ear all the words I've been too scared to hear before. Put your hands on my hips and lead my body to move with the beat of the song. Teach me how to put one foot in front of the other without stumbling. I want to feel your breath on my cheek while wearing my heart on my sleeve.

Tell me that you want to dance. Kiss me until our lips hurt. I want to feel your touch on my skin. Take me through the dark streets and tell me stories about lovers surviving in the dark. Teach me how to love without boundaries. Whisper in my hair all the words I've been to scared to accept before. 

Tell me that you want me from the moment the sun comes up until the moment the moon leaves.

Angst

Every time I near the finish line, the crowd disappears and I'm left alone. It's been happening for days now, loneliness creeping its way into my dreams. These nightmares are colorless, surrounded by a dull and compressed gray, filled with regrets and words gone wrong. When I wake up, my pillow is cold and hard; it feels strange.

I lay awake with fear by my side, whispering into my ear all the moments that I let slip out of my hands, all the smiles I have faked, all the turns I have taken wrong. I try to cover my ears, and to shut off the voices in my head that are agreeing with fear. But I can''t. I look at the ceiling and beg to sleep without nightmares, to be awake without regrets.

Every time I think I see the sun a grey, ugly cloud takes it place and my light is gone. It's been happening for days now, darkness taking over my days. The rain falls around me endlessly, and I am surrounded by regrets and words that went wrong. When I take my umbrella out, it breaks and leaves me soaking until my bones feel cold.

I sit down on the bench with sadness by my side, talking about all the opportunities I let slip out of my hands, all the tears I have cried, all the times I've fallen to the ground. I try to stand up, and to shut off the voices in my head that are agreeing with sadness. But my legs won't move. I look at the fallen leaves and beg to walk without rain, to see the blue sky.

Every time I breathe, I break a little inside.

The sun of Los Angeles

The sun came up and I saw her come outside. The dark haired girl with light eyes looked lost; her walk  gave her away as a tourist looking for the beauty in the city of commotion. I followed her through the unorganized streets, while she observed the colors that she once used to paint the picture of her home. With her long hair and old shoes, she stopped in front of the fountain in the middle of the plaza. I saw her breathe in the hot air, and laugh when the music reached her ears. Next to the crystalline water and the strangers, she sat during hours. She seemed to be waiting for her memory to take her far away from her downfall. At noon I saw her get up from the bronze bench. Her face lit up. She smiled as if she had discovered her smile for the first time. I looked at the direction of her smile and I saw three pairs of eyes who were smiling back. The greatest hug occurred between the four girls in the middle of the plaza.

The blue sky was witness to the reunion of infinite friendships. Next to known souls, the dark haired girl wasn't lost, but radiant, with the sun shinning in her face like it had years ago during those long hours spent in the grass. Laughing between memories, the girls went back to being the same as before they separated and, thanks to the change in the city of angels, they promised to keep saying nonsense between the stores, and dancing when distance and time broke them apart again.

I observed the dark haired girl with light eyes until the sun went down. I laughed at a distance when I saw her dance without caring about her age, and I lamented the absence of everlasting days when I saw her run between the books to read the diary of past years. Her companions, all shinning next to the stars, showed her the lyrics of the song she hadn't heard and, by the end of the night, they formed a song that would last another eight years.