I love… Looking for you in between classes. Being shy in school and letting go as soon as we’re alone. Drawing circles on your skin. The teasing, the fighting, being competitive. Hearing you mispronounce my name in whispers and your breath hitch whenever I lean in. Waiting for your rare texts....

It’s the same kind of precious crazy. A last warning that no longer offers hope. A warning of faint whispers and shadows. Silence is a small breath of despair, drowned out by the damned and the wicked. Rats crawl over it with their filthy bodies. But filthy bodies don’t crawl: they slither. Off...

A cry of horror, sharp as a knife, offers hope no longer. A last warning coming somewhere from over the trees. Desperate. Damned. The silence drowns it out with background noise: faint whispers, hissing shadows.   I take in a small breath, listening for something. Anything. Through the...

I think that one of the little, annoying things I still miss from my other school is going on school trips by bus. Our bus was tall, mostly clean, with large windows and (what I felt were) comfy seats. The school's insignia was stamped on its sides.   Nowadays (‘tis the year 2019), trips are...

I’ve become very aware of how, many people I know, seem to live unconsciously. Bored even.   Because they've grown so tired of everything that surrounds them. Tired of their clothes, thus feeling the urge to reform the wardrobe entirely. Tired of their friends and the same old...

  Heavy raining, thunderstorms, lightning, spooky winds… are privileges you’d never think to find here in Seville. They’re surreal phenomena I only read about in books. It’s the description of a perfect autumn, for me.   Coming home to this gorgeously grey day was wonderful. On I walk...

Family reunions are insanely hard; There are too many people (for my taste) that shout to each other, demand several beers in a single go, complain whenever the food gets cold, hot or spicy... They love gathering in the cramped kitchen that's stuffy from the steaming pots. I can't understand...

I'm familiar with this expression. I've heard it a zillion times before but I’ve never been able to engage with it like I have today:   There's this magical book I'm reading (and naming the title feels less private, a betrayal).   The two main characters are in love in a surrealistic,...

Some time ago (back when my aunt and uncle were getting a divorce), I was asked if I believed in love. I didn’t give a definite answer. Because I’m still young and relatively inexperienced. I know love exists; I’ve read about it, seen it in movies and think I’ve felt it. But no; I don’t believe it...

Loneliness. It's sickening and clingy. It follows a breakup and bothers you even if it was you who needed the space. I feel incomplete and neglected today.   I try to fill the void by picking up my brother and walking to the bus together. He gets his ticket out and as usual, pays for me. But...