November 22, 2019
01, 2020

Life burning in my blood. It's lava, it hurts, it's all mine.

Head on the pillow, I try to stay awake to feel longer, this magma that flows.

It hurst, it's pain, right in my chest. How trivial, how obvious is to credit the heart for this, but I swear, it's a closed fist that holds it.

How did I get in this clamp, tonight?
With a situation that would let me go to sleep just happy and smiling, if it wasn't for this countdown.
A night with V., one of those during the week, quiet, listening each other. One of those nights I got attached, a lot, too much in the last months.
Then, the moment to say goodbye, "Goodnight, when are we gonna meet?” and suddenldy my mind is not in the present anymore, it leaves for two seconds, just two, but so realistic.
It lands in that future, not so far, where we wouldn't be able to meet in person.
She understood it, just looking at me, as always. We said it loud, that we will miss each other. Damn, if is true.

It hurts, it tears you apart. But it's a feeling so strong, it's life so full, that I want more of this.