Parts of Me

A part of me shed tears constantly. A part of me ached unceasingly. The other part was given to you. And now what has been left of me?

One part sank in silence, the other in darkness.

Lost

This or that. Neither of them expressed the way I felt. I wrote and then I deleted them all. When I deleted all my feelings embodied in words also were swept away. I scrabbled in search for my feelings and I got lost in the way I lost my words. I guess someone has just deleted me, I wonder who will now find me.

Your Voice

Why didn't I talk to you?

I regret.

Your words were knife-sharp. They cut me and made me bleed. Now your words are buried with you. But you voice has stayed here. With me.

He

I walked through the subway Marques de Pombal Blue Line Station on my way home. As I was climbing the stairs, each step I took reminded me of an unknown future. An unknown future only a couple of minutes away at a place called home.

What bad surprises awaited me I didn't know. Each step drew me closer to an unknown end. Now, I was at the door of my apartment. I was...I was there. I hesitated at first but then unlocked the door. He was there with a sweet smile on his face.

All the worries in my head disappeared.