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The Typewriter

Call me TC, but that may not be my name

Month

January 2017

January 31;

I miss being in love.

The feelings you get when you

first see him;

the moment you realize

he has this effect on you

like a magnet

pulling on you;

the first text you get

and how you can’t wait

to tell all your friends

you don’t know what to text back

so you screenshot

and send on spam;

The time when you realize

there’s no way to stop the butterflies

its to late to get away

but its not only you

on who depends;

then he asks you on a date

you can’t find anything to wear

you have all this nerves

that refuse to melt away;

you talk

you stare

and then it happens:

he touches your hair

he tilts his head

you close your eyes

and then the lips collide,

like two bombs that crush;

but that’s just the start

of what could became

the best love story of your life.

 

January 21;

Three hundred

Sixty five days

Thats one year

Since you’ve been away.
Fourteen hours

Thirtyeight minutes

Last time I saw you

Even if it wasnt real.
Seven thousand

Two hundred seconds

Since I re-read all your texts

Just to feel like you had stayed.
But not even a blink away

Basically present tense

Since I thought of you

And how much I still need you.

January 19;

Friends

We all need them

At least one

It has to be someone

Outside your family

Around your age

Who gets you

And shares interests:

Hobbies and activities

Likes and dislikes

Anything

That can get you to talk

Or spend time with them

You need to trust them

You need to rely on them

You need to respect them

Because they aren’t there only to

Entertain you

They are there to support you

To love you

To believe in you,

When you cant belive in yourself

We all need friends

Just be careful who you let in.

January 18;

Walking frees the mind

It lets you think

And give everything a good

Analization

Music helps

It lets you wonder

About what could happen

Or what could have happened

The less distractions

The better

Is time for yourself

You, your thoughts,

And no one else

Just your wishes and dreams

Regrets and mistakes

Its almost

Therapeutic

But zero cost

Which just makes it better

Walking frees the mind

It lets your think

About your future and your past.

January 17;

Life consists of a series of events

These events consist on a series of actions

These actions consists on a series of desitions

Because every single thing we do

Is based on a desition.

So basically, 

Life is a decision.


Our past is the history of decisiyon we made

And the future is the possibilities 

Of every decision we will make

What’s the present for?

To actually make the decisions.

January 16;

A child

My parents call me

Only when they disaprove of my actions

An adult

My parents call me

Only when they talk of responsabilities

A teen when i ask for too many permisions

And a baby when they have friends over.

Apparently they can just switch

And switch

And switch

There opinions of my age

Depending of their convenience.

How unfair.

Sky Staring

Stare at your sky.

It has to be more clear than mine.

Mine has so many clouds,

It makes me wonder how many layers it has

It looks so permanent

Maybe they’ll never move

They are all shapeless

But its colors have me hipnoticed.
Maybe I had too many drinks

But when I stare at it for a long time

I can see them moving in a wave

Up and down with the air

Its the beautiful nature

Doing its thing.
The most interesting thing about the sky

Is that no matters where you are

Everyone has a piece of it

It changes every minute of the day

And once it has changed

You wont ever see it the same way

Ever again.

Moments.

A few weeks ago I went to a retreat. Between praying, singing and talks, we had this dynamic that left me to meditate about my life. They asked us three simple questions:

  1. What is your happiest memory?
  2. What is your saddest memory?
  3. What is your dream?

Really simple questions at first sight. But if you seriously think about it, you may find that it is harder than it seems.

You start trying to remember all the times you have smiled and laugh, moments that meant something for you, things that brought you joy. But at least in my case, I couldn’t think of something that stand out from the rest.

Which let me thinking. Usually when you try to think about special moments, you think of weddings, birthdays, trips, graduations, etc. Events that are supposed to stand out from your daily life. And sure, they were happy moments, but were they the best moments of your life? Not necessarily.

I personally think that the best things happen when you are not expecting them.

The same goes with the sad memory. It probably was somthing so unexpected. That’s why it hurt you so badly, you didn’t see it coming; you didnt have time to prepare for it. But it will be easier to identify that one. Probably.

And the wish? Maybe you have such an especific goal, that you dont even have to think twice about it. But at the same time, it is a wish: It could be absolutely anything! Which makes you wonder what is your priority. Is it that goal that you are working so hard to achieve? Or it is health or love or whatever? Is it something for yourself or for someone else? Does it makes you selfish to use your wish only in yourself? But it is your wish after all, right? 

Three simple questions that can make you question your whole lifestyle and past. Crazy, huh?

January 13;

Sometimes I think of you

Of the way you move your hair

Of The way you close your eyes

Of the way you say goodbye

Is like you are trying to smile

But cant hide the tears in your eyes

Is like you want them to see you happy

But cant stop feeling the pain

Is like you want to believe it is fine

But cant convince yourself of that.
Sometimes I think of you

Of how you linger on your hugs

Of how you check on everyone

Of how you care so much

Is like the world gives you special time 

So every detail has been supervised

Is like the universe follows your guide

So everything goes exactly like you want

Is like God has you on his watch

So nothing bad would ever reach your life.
Sometimes I think of you

Of why you have such an amazing mind

Of why you never get mad at anyone

Of why you always trust so much

Is like you have a perfect life

But I know it is not like that

Is like you never have second doubts

But I know you regret so much

Is like you cant question anyone

But I know you have things to ask.
Sometimes I think of you

Of the way you say goodbye

Of how you care so much

Of why you always trust 

Is like saying goodbye was a punishment 

But you couldnt stand it

Is like you have so much love to give

So people should be glad to received it

Is like you could only see the positive side

But I know you’re smarter than that.

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