My latest story, “The Fire in the Mirror” is now up on my blog. This story was destroyed and rebuilt many times over the past few months before becoming this version. The emotional cycles that I went through writing this piece felt like forces of nature: tornadoes of frustration, waves of wishing, breezes of chaos rustling the leaves, and warm rays of sunlight illuminating a unique path.
Here is “The Fire in the Mirror,” a story from the alcoves of my imagination, my heart space, and the butterflies in my veins.
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Fault them for it in the easiest of ways
Dim their shine, forget the accolades
It’s always effortless to romanticize a person, or a circumstance
After it’s finally over with
Perfectionist twist, microscopic events
The old warmth, that only I, ever provided
Given meaning to, despite it
Knowing my own bones
As they rattle unscathed by praise
The unjust brigade
The raptures occurred inside my own heart, my own mind, my own body....
Many many times
Where can one find some who speak just like I do...
Who can break and mistake the meaning of word and thought and feeling
Who think their days away, yet live amazed by grace and putrid ways
It’s as though I’m consumed in a tomb
As I struggle for entertainment
It’s all so redundant
If time is an illusion
And only our thoughts are real
Am I living to die
Or just dying to feel
I’m jealous of actions I was too prideful to take
Mistaking fears for conflict
Any new adjustment
Not just a cleared demonstration on the subject
A release of old praises
Pain that will wreck you in your rest
So there’s always a weight inside of ones chest
To hear a crowd cheer for me or even one person judging my crap
They both bring about an unjustifiable lapse ~me
¿Por qué nada se puede quedar así como esta?
Hay veces que quisiera que todo se quedara tal cual esta, mi familia, mis amigos, mi vida. Duele que todo se tenga que mover, que avanzar, si tan solo se detuviera un momento, lo quiero disfrutar un tiempo más, duele avanzar.