Happiness is worrisome.

You live not knowing when or if it will be stolen from you.

When you feel the happiest, there is also this kind of fear. The scary thought of losing it. And you start thinking: “I had been happy for so long now” 

It seems so strange that you feel something wrong may suddenly happen and, then, that same thing laughing at you: “What did you expect? You knew that I would come back; you mustn’t smile for a too long time”

But then, there is also another part of you. It whispers to not over-think, that everything is going to be fine, that you have to trust, that there comes no good in being projected in a not-so-probable future.

So, you tell yourself to believe and to smile, to stop thinking silly stuff and to live in the present.

Though, hidden in the most obscure part of your heart, you know that that fear is still there. Tamed, but not gone.

Waiting, in the dark, to strike again.


Dark Night


Staring at the dark sky
Breathing the deep forest
Feeling the heavy air
Listening to the beating heart
Tasting the pouring rain
A scream broke into the night
With the lightening thunder
Piercing deep in the ears
Burning the tender goat
Tearing the deep air
Tears fall soaking the soft skin
A hand touching plump lips
Bangs of hair covering liquid eyes
Countless stars shine in the dark
Too distant
Showing peace without can reach it
A body falls on the cold ground
A red line painting the cheek
Heavy and difficult breathes
Waiting for the embracing
Darkness to come