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La vida tan llena de rebotes, un vaivén constante, un muelle que va arriba, abajo. La vida tan perra como bella, tan cierta y a la vez colmada de incetidumbre, tan vivida y tan nueva, tan rápida y lenta; contraria, la vida. Una caja de sorpresas, tan llena de payasos que te harán reír y llorar, que nos reta cada día a jugar, pelear, a perder y ganar, porque de eso se trata exactamente, de vivir al máximo exponente. Así es la vida. Un viaje de (V)IDA sin vuelta. EsenciasDemialma
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Tommy and Eddie's Wild Adventure
**If you start reading and feel a bit concerned, please scroll all the way to the bottom for tags/spoilers. Otherwise, enjoy the ride!** (read here or on ao3)
“I'm gonna get us an Uber,” Tommy said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. He was a slightly off balance, the couple drinks he and Eddie had hitting him harder than usual tonight. Before he could get his phone unlocked, it slipped from his hand and directly down the drainage grate underneath him.
“Damn it!” He bent down to try and reach through the grate to get it. It was useless though. His hand was too big, plus the phone had already sunk beneath God knows how many feet of water and sludge.
“It's fine,” Eddie said, tapping his back. “We'll use mine.”
He started feeling around for his phone, then paused, his lips pursed together.
“What's wrong?” Tommy asked, standing back up.
“I don't have my phone. I must've left it at home.”
Tommy sighed, rolling his eyes. “Great! So we're stuck here then. We're gonna have to-”
“Tommy, shut up!” Eddie whisper-yelled, eyes wide as he gripped onto Tommy's shoulder.
“What? Eddie, what are you-”
“Shut. Up!” He demanded. He pointed behind Tommy. “Look!”
At the end of the parking lot there was a dumpster, mostly hidden out of view. There was a small amount of light that glowed from a nearby lamppost, just enough for Tommy and Eddie to see two men tossing what appeared to be a body into the dumpster.
Eddie nearly pushed Tommy behind a tree before hiding behind him, both boys holding their breath until the men drove off and they were alone in the parking lot.
“Oh my God,” Tommy said, eyes wide. “Oh my God.”
“Go, go!” Eddie pushed Tommy forward, following behind. They carefully but quickly made their way over to the dumpster, where a body laid on top of boxes and bags of garbage.
“We've gotta get her out!” Eddie said, already pushing himself up and into the dumpster. Once inside, he checked for a pulse. “She's gone,” he told Tommy.
He shook his head. “Damn it.”
Eddie hoisted the woman over his shoulder. Tommy reached out and grabbed onto her, pulling her out and onto the ground. He took Eddie's hand next and helped him out of the dumpster.
“What do we do?” Tommy asked, staring down at the blonde-haired woman.
“Call 911.”
Tommy huffed out a breath. “We don't have a phone, Eddie!”
“Well we can't just stand here,” Eddie replied. “The killers might come back.”
“Why would they come back?!”
“Have you never watched a Dateline? They come back to like admire their work, you know, like it's a trophy or something.”
Tommy looked around the area, searching for any possibility that someone was watching. “We've gotta go get help.”
“We can't just leave her here.”
“We don't have any other choice!”
“Shh!” Eddie waved his hands, getting Tommy to quiet down. “We- We'll take her.”
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Take her?”
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Yeah, we take her with us. To the police station.”
“Just... We just carry the body all the way to the police station? That's like ten miles!”
“I think it's only eight.”
Tommy shook his head. “You're insane, Eddie!”
“You got a better idea?”
*****
“You know they've killed people for less than this,” Tommy said, gripping the woman's legs tightly.
“What? They have not.”
“Oh, yes they have! We get caught carrying this poor woman down the street and next thing you know, we're on death row being asked what our last words are.”
“Whoa!” Eddie exclaimed, his hand slipping from underneath the woman's arm. He adjusted her before continuing. “What would they be?”
“What would what be?”
“Your final words, Man. What would they be?”
“Jesus, Eddie, I don't know. Who thinks about that?”
“I know mine! Watch your step.”
Tommy looked back and took a step left to miss some trash on the ground. “So what are they then?”
“'La muerte es segura, pero su hora es incierta.' It's a Spanish proverb. At least, I think it is. My abuela used to say it.”
“What's it mean?”
“It means death is certain, but its hour is uncertain.”
Tommy stopped dead in his tracks, causing Eddie to nearly topple over the body.
“What the hell?” Eddie shrieked.
“Eddie, that's the stupidest last words I've ever heard.”
“What?! It is not!”
“Yeah, it is. First of all, you're about to get a lethal injection-”
“I'm choosing the electric chair.”
“Whatever. They're literally giving you an exact minute of your death, so your hour is very certain.”
“That's not-”
“And second,” Tommy continued, speaking over him. “You really want that to be the last thing Christopher hears coming out of your mouth? Before you're electrocuted in front of him? Really, Eddie? Think this through.”
“Christopher is not going to be at my electrocution, Tommy. I'll talk to him the day before.”
“Oh, he'll show up,” Tommy replied with absolute certainty. “He will show up.”
“Okay, fine, if my last words are so terrible, then tell me yours. Also, start walking again. She's heavy!”
Tommy rolled his eyes but resumed his walk. “I told you I haven't thought about it.”
“Well, get thinking. Final words. Go.”
“Okay, fine. First, lethal injection, because who the hell chooses electrocution, Man, come on! Second, Evan would be there, so I'd probably look at him and tell him he gave me the best years of my life.”
“Ew!” Eddie gagged. “That sucks. You suck!”
“It's better than your stupid proverb that doesn't make any sense. Okay, I gotta put her down for a second.”
They moved into a little alleyway and placed the woman down gently, then Tommy ran his arm over his forehead, wiping the sweat away. “There's gotta be an easier way to do this.”
Eddie peeked out of the alley, turning back quickly when he spotted people coming their way. “Act cool, act cool!” he exclaimed, leaning against the brick wall with one leg crossed over the other.
Tommy took a couple steps back, plastering himself against a dumpster with an elbow resting over the top.
The people passed without noticing them and they resumed their discussion.
“Okay, let's think, let's think,” Eddie said, bringing a hand to his chin. “Your phone is down a drain, mine is at home. We've got a body here that we can't leave behind, but it's too risky to keep walking along the street. Also, too painful.”
“Excellent recap,” Tommy deadpanned. “Can we start the episode now?”
“You know this attitude your giving is not helping,” Eddie said with a glare. “Why don't you come up with an idea?”
Tommy took a deep breath, then looked past Eddie out toward the street. “Taxi.”
“What is this, 1982? Come on-”
Tommy pointed behind Eddie, making him turn around. There was a taxi parked across the street, a group of women laughing and fixing their dresses as they exited.
“You distract, I'll put the body in the trunk,” Tommy decided, nodding at Eddie.
“Wait, what?”
“Go, Eddie! Before someone else gets the taxi. Go!”
*****
“And what's that button do?” Eddie asked.
“That's the button for the radio,” the taxi driver replied, giving Eddie an odd look. “Are you sure your friend doesn't need help with his luggage?”
“Oh, no, no. He's got it.”
Just then, the trunk slammed shut and Tommy was getting into the taxi. “Could you take us to-”
“Fountain Avenue,” Eddie interrupted. “Anywhere on the street is fine.”
“Sure thing.”
They settled into their seats as the driver headed off, Tommy staring over at Eddie. “The police station is two streets over from Fountain,” he whispered.
“I know. Going right to the police station will look suspicious. We'll walk there from Fountain.”
“They'll see Lillian before that.”
Eddie looked over at Tommy quizzically. “Lillian?”
“Yeah. Lillian.”
“Who the hell is Lillian?”
“Eddie,” Tommy gritted out, eyes darting back and forth from the driver to Eddie. “Lillian.”
“Oh! You mean the dead girl?”
Tommy gave Eddie a punch to the shoulder. “Lillian is our friend. That we're surprising. With the gift. In the trunk.”
“Okay, ow.” Eddie rubbed at the spot on his shoulder, leaning in closer to Tommy. “It's a codename. Got it.”
“Anyway, I think we should get closer to the station.”
“No. We'll deal with Lillian from Fountain. It'll be fine.”
“We're gonna get caught.”
“Then we'll explain.”
“I don't know how you explain that.”
“We'll tell them,” Eddie said in an annoyed tone, “the truth. That we found the bod- Lillian and didn't want to leave her.”
“O- Okay,” the driver interrupted, coming to a stop. “We are a- at your location, sirs.”
“Great!” Tommy clapped his hands together, smiling at the driver through the rearview. “Pop the trunk for me, please. Eddie, pay the man.”
“Oh, no! No payment necessary. I- It's my gift for the night.”
“You sure?” Eddie asked.
“Mhm. Please, it's fine.”
Eddie shrugged. “Alright. Thanks! Have a good night.”
*****
“I'm never going out with you again,” Tommy said, back in position with his hands under Lillian's shins. “I should have stayed home with Evan. My back will never recover.”
“Oh please, when did you become such an old man? I'm carrying most of the weight here anyway.”
“You are not!”
“I am too!”
“Okay, I'll just let her go then. You can carry her the rest of the way yourself.”
“Don't you dare, Thomas!”
“Don't you Thomas me, Edmundo! What the hell are we gonna say when we get to the police station?”
“I'll go in first,” Eddie said. “Explain everything. You stay outside with the body until I get you.”
“Me? Why don't you stay outside with the body?”
“Because you asked me what we were going to say when we get to the police station, which means you obviously have no idea what to say, and I can just bat my eyelashes and get the lady behind the desk to listen to my every word.”
“Assuming it's a lady behind the desk is very sexist.” Tommy pulled a hand away to wipe the sweat from his hand onto his jeans, then switched to do the same with the other hand. “It could be a very handsome gay man.”
“Okay, so I bat my eyelashes at the man behind the desk. For the love of God, walk faster, Man!”
“I've been the one walking backwards this whole time, you try it! Also, no offense, but I've seen your game with women, I do not trust your game with men.”
“Don't be an ass,” Eddie glared. “I could've gotten you if I wanted you.”
“Ha! Don't flatter yourself.”
Eddie stopped, mouth agape and clearly offended. “You're seriously trying to tell me that Buck could get you by injuring me and moan about trying to get your attention, but you think I have no game? You're crazy.”
“And you're chronically single.”
“Take that back!”
“Absolutely not!”
“Tommy, I swear to-”
The sound of a siren cut Eddie off. Bright, flashing red and blue lights pulled up beside them. They froze in place.
It took a couple of seconds, but soon enough the driver's door opened. They both had to squint to make out the figure coming toward them.
Athena.
The passenger door opened as well, and there came Buck, his hands tucked inside the hoodie he was wearing.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Athena asked. “We have been chasing your behinds half the night.”
“You're not gonna believe this-” Eddie started as Tommy spoke over him.
“Evan, I swear this isn't what you think-”
“Both of you, quiet!” Athena demanded.
“It looks like you're, uh, trying to carry a body to the police station,” Buck offered.
“Then... Then it's exactly what it looks like,” Tommy breathed out in relief.
Eddie, still holding the body from underneath her arms, moved closer to Buck and Athena, forcing Tommy to move as well. “We saw her get dumped and we didn't know what to do because Tommy lost his phone and I don't have mine. We couldn't just leave her there so we decided to bring her to the station ourselves.”
“You don't have your phone, huh? And it didn't occur to either of you two walk right back into the bar and ask to use their phone?” Athena questioned. “Any phone?”
Eddie lowered his head. “Can't say that it did.”
Athena took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “That body you're holding,” she said, pointing toward it. “That's a sex doll.”
Both Eddie and Tommy's eyes slowly turned to the doll. It took a few seconds for the realization to hit, but once it did, they both dropped it to the ground with a simultaneous, “Ew!”
“I gotta say,” Athena started, crossing her arms over her chest, “I don't usually see men your age getting drunk and pulling these types of dumbass stunts.”
“We're not drunk!” Eddie protested. “Just had a couple beers. Maybe someone drugged us!”
“I don't think so,” she answered, pulling a small memo pad from her back pocket. “We went and spoke with the bartender and he informed us you two started with a couple beers, then moved onto shots, then decided to try some specialty drinks and ended with something called a Fruity Tutti, which you apparently made up yourselves.”
“That... That does sound vaguely familiar,” Tommy said, his hands going to his hips.
Eddie smacked a couple times. “Is that why mouth tastes like an entire packet of lifesavers?”
“How did you guys find us?” Tommy asked.
“Eddie's phone.”
Eddie's eyebrows furrowed. “I told you I don't have my phone.”
“Yeah, you do,” Buck said with a nod. “It's how we tracked you.”
“Guys, I'm telling you, I do not have my phone!”
Tommy moved toward Eddie, peering around him to look in his back pocket. He reached around and grabbed at something before holding it out in front of Eddie.
“Well look at that!” Eddie smiled as he took his phone from Tommy. “My phone!”
“You butt dialed me twice,” Buck explained. “When I overheard you two talking about finding a body and trying to carry it to the police station, I figured I better give Athena a call.”
“And as it turns out,” Athena continued, “the driver from the taxi you two were in also called the police, because, and I quote, “Two men were in the backseat of my cab, loudly whispering about a body they had put in my trunk.” Poor man was too scared to call the police until you had left.”
“You two were also carrying the doll through the streets of Los Angeles on a Saturday night,” Buck informed them. “Dispatch got lots of calls from concerned citizens.”
Eddie sighed. “I didn't think anyone saw us.”
“Oh no, the majority of the county did,” Athena replied. “Come on, boys,” she said, taking a step back and waving them toward her car. “This'll all have to be explained again in the morning. Let's get you home.”
“Can I go to you guys' place?” Eddie asked, pouting. “My home is so far.”
“Your home is ten minutes from ours,” Buck reminded him. “But it's late- or early- and I'm tired, so yes, you can. Athena's gonna take us. Let's get in the SUV.”
“Oh, Evan, can we snuggle?” Tommy asked, moving toward Buck and draping an arm over his shoulder, leaning in close. “I love to snuggle.”
“Gross,” Eddie whined. “I get shoved in a guest room while you two get it on two doors down.”
“Nobody will be getting it on tonight,” Buck assured him.
“Hey, if you want snuggles you can bring Lillian,” Tommy said, gazing down at the doll. “She will give snuggles.”
When Eddie stared down at it for a bit too long, Buck reached over and gave him a smack to the back of the head. “You're not bringing the doll. Come on, let's go.” He grabbed at Eddie's shirt, pulling him away from the doll. “Now!”
*****
When Athena pulled up to Buck and Tommy's place she got out and helped bring the boys into the house. Eddie leaned on her while Tommy leaned on Buck.
They headed for the guest room first, Eddie plopping onto the bed with his shoes still on.
“Absolutely not,” Buck said, helping Tommy to rest against the doorframe so he could go over and pull off Eddie's shoes.
Once they were off, Athena helped Buck maneuver Eddie so they could pull the comforter down from under him.
“God, I'm tired,” Tommy mumbled. He toed off his own shoes and walked over the other side of the bed, falling down face first against the pillow.
“Tommy!” Buck exclaimed. “This isn't our room.”
“Sleepy, Evan,” Tommy murmured into the pillow. “So sleepy.”
“Okay, well, you can go to sleep in our room,” he replied, pulling on Tommy's arm.
Tommy groaned, causing Eddie to open one eye and glare over at Buck. “Just leave him. God, he's so whiny!”
Tommy threw his arm out, shoving over at Eddie. “You're whiny!”
Eddie reached over and shoved back. “You are!”
“Boys, I have a gun!” Athena yelled, causing them to stop immediately. They both drew their arms in and away from each other, but refused to move otherwise.
Athena looked over at Buck. “Should we try to get Tommy up?” she asked.
Both boys breathing had already started to even out, clearly falling into a deep sleep.
“Eh, leave him,” Buck decided, tossing the comforter over them. “They can puke on each other.”
.
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**tags/spoilers: there is no actual death involved in this story. the boys are very drunk.**
#bucktommy#eddietommy#tommy kinard#eddie diaz#911#evan buckley#athena grant#it's platonic eddietommy#also im sick and don't feel like reading all of this for errors so if you see any... no you don't
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Preferimos la oscuridad de lo conocido a la promesa incierta de un amanecer que nunca hemos visto.
#letras#tristeza#vida#frases de la vida#escritos#sentir#notas de amor#notas tristes#noches#frases de amor#amor y dolor#cosas que escribo#textos#dolor#pensamientos#pasado#querer#reflexiones#soledad#notas#despedida#emociones#frases tristes#desahogo#poemas#citas de desamor#realidad#desamor#sentimientos#citas
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Querido sentimiento, tú que siempre estas a flor de piel, tú que me haces reír y llorar, te pido perdón cuando te odio por no permitirme controlarte en algunos momentos, pero te prometo que a veces me gustaría que desaparecieras de mi vida, aunque sé que sin ti, nada tendría valor. Vienes y vas y te haces más fuerte o débil, dependiendo de quién esté a mi lado, a quien eche de menos, o me haya dejado de acompañar,, a veces, cuando miro al cielo siento como me abrazas en una incierta soledad, cuando camino siempre estás a mi lado agarrándome la mano, cuando lloro me secas las lágrimas haciéndome recordar solo los bonitos momentos que he pasado, y me llenas de ilusión porque esos momentos sé que de nuevo volverán...🥰
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El preludio de un beso: el hermoso galardón que todo mortal anhela
~ Esos segundos antes de un beso, esos que carecen de tiempo y, sin embargo, lo abarcan todo; que disipan el mundo alrededor y edifican un universo compartido, solo entre dos labios que se atraen lenta y perfectamente. Esos segundos, esos abrumadores y perfectos instantes previos, que estremecen el alma y suspenden los recuerdos; que disuelven la incertidumbre del futuro al crear un presente hermoso e infinito. Esos segundos antes de un beso, esos que desquician la cordura y apaciguan las tormentas del alma; que nos elevan al cielo sin despegar los pies del suelo, redimiendo la fría soledad y disipando el ocaso de un corazón oscurecido. A pesar de su naturaleza efímera, estos instantes se tornan en el preludio épico y celestial de un romance que busca lo eterno. Esos segundos, esos magníficos y anhelados segundos antes de un beso, son y siempre serán el umbral de algo inefablemente bello: el hermoso galardón que todo mortal anhela para dar sentido a esta vida, a veces tan incierta.
— Verdad en Poesía || @jorgema
#jorgema#un beso#beso#besos#labios#verdad en poesia#romanticismo#romance#amor#escritor guatemalteco#escritores en tumblr#writers on tumblr#escritores en español#escritores y poetas#prosa#poema#amor de literatura#amor de libro#poesia en español#en español#poesia#poem#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#guatemala#guatemalteco
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Part 1/?
Danny permaneció quieto por un momento mientras evaluaba la situación a su alrededor. Una habitación grande y blanca con enormes ventanales que dan a las profundidades del espacio. A un lado, un hombre alto de postura regia y tres cicatrices en el rostro, una atractiva morena con una tiara dorada y un anciano con una túnica verde y un par de espadas. Del otro lado, Wonder Woman estaba arrodillada, atada por su propio lazo; Superman fue inmovilizado en el suelo por una daga de kriptonita que le atravesó el hombro, su mirada aturdida por el dolor. El velocista, Flash, yacía inconsciente junto a ellos, con un charco de sangre cada vez mayor alrededor de su pierna y una fractura expuesta a la vista. A unos metros de distancia, su protegido temblaba en el suelo de furia y dolor, tratando desesperadamente de liberarse de las ataduras mágicas que lo sujetaban y resonaba con una sensación muy familiar . En un rincón, casi como si quisiera que las sombras los cubrieran por completo, Batman se aferraba a un Robin inconsciente y ensangrentado como si fuera un salvavidas. Mientras otra gota de sangre caía de su boca al suelo, Danny notó a la última persona en la habitación: a un par de metros del suelo, frente a él, su hijo menor flotaba de espaldas a él. Danny se dio cuenta de su postura vacilante e incierta, invisible para todos menos para él.
He allowed his boots to make a delicate sound as they touched the ground, landing softly while the portal behind him finished closing. All eyes turned toward him.
"What," he asked in a carefully neutral voice, "is going on here?"
#Dad is not happy guys#Klarion is in serious trouble#This WILL continue#I need a Title tho#english is not my first language#please correct me if i'm wrong#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc
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14. Amores volátiles
Amores volátiles, formas inciertas que se evaporan con el día a día y se condensan a través de instintos para ser una precipitación de deseos.
Amores volátiles, inútiles como semillas en el cielo, que, sembradas en las nubes, nunca crecen, dejando solo un cascarón en su caída.
Julsen Bastian; Adiós visceral
#texto#versos#letras#escrito#cita#julsen bastian#poesía#frases#julsen#escritos#amores#volátiles#adios visceral#instintos
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Tan incierta era nuestra vida que al final terminamos lejos uno del otro cuando decíamos que nunca pasaría.
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Y entonces entendí que yo no necesitaba a un seudo poeta que le decía las mismas frases a un séquito de musas inciertas, necesitaba amar a un artista, uno que pintara mi vida de colores y en sus pinturas me diera vida eterna.
Efimera Lunar Intemporal
#efimera lunar intemporal#tsuki no himawari no majo#marede petricor#escritos tumblr#escritos originales#marzo 2024#m&m#mau🖤#el héroe y la hechicera#cronicas del camino del héroe#mrd
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Ya no vuelvo a decir que nunca, y tampoco que siempre, la vida es incierta y nos sorprende siempre.
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"No te quiero perfecta te quiero así, incompleta, con tus heridas abiertas tus confusiones no resueltas con tus dudas inciertas. Te quiero así sin maquillaje, despeinada, recién levantada en tus días buenos y en los peores. Te quiero por quien eres, por lo que haces, nada mejor de ti que tu esencia, no restaría nada de tu autenticidad, eres plena en libertad, te quiero justo así, sin más..."
#no#te quiero#perfecta#asi#incompleta#heridas#abiertas#dudas#confesiones#inciertas#amor#texto de amor
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¿Te sientes solo?
¿Alguna vez te preguntas que ves cuando te miras al espejo? Pues, me pregunto que veo ahora, mientras observo mi reflejo.
Estoy mirando mis ojos en el espejo; se ven cansados, por cierto. Desde la ventana de mi pequeño apartamento, observo cómo la luz del sol apenas asoma por el horizonte, lo que me genera una extraña mezcla de nerviosismo y determinación. Mis pensamientos empiezan a vagar por mis recuerdos, llevándome a inicios de 2023, cuando estaba en mi punto más bajo. "Es enero, estoy enfermo y solo", reflexiono, como si pudiera escuchar a esa versión mía de aquel tiempo, mientras mi mirada se pierde en esos recuerdos. "Me siento tan miserable", me digo a mí mismo, "con cada año que pasa, las festividades de fin de año se vuelven peores para m��. Más solitarias, más nostálgicas, más tristes. Esta vez la pasé de hospital en hospital, solo, encerrado con toda mi frustración y soledad."
"Tengo lo que siempre quise: me mudé a un lugar mejor, tengo un trabajo estable, mis calificaciones son buenas… ¿Por qué me siento así? ¿Tan vacío? ¿Sin valor e insignificante? Siento que no soy nada sin alguien a mi lado, porque cuando estoy solo, conmigo mismo, me doy cuenta de mis pensamientos abrumadores y no sé cómo vivir con ellos."
Ahora entiendo que mi felicidad nunca estuvo en un lugar físico, ni en algo material. El sol comienza a iluminar lo suficiente para que mi cuarto se llene de luz gradualmente, aunque solo sea una luz tenue aún. "No entiendo por qué estoy en esta amarga oscuridad, por qué tengo que soportar estar conmigo mismo, atrapado en mis defectos", pensaba en aquel entonces, sin saber que reconocer mi dolor sería el primer paso hacia la sanación.
Pasan unos meses, y mis pensamientos me llevan a una incierta mañana de mayo. "Soy un idiota", pensaba para mí después de recibir gritos de mi jefa en una llamada, temiendo perder mi empleo. "Odio mi vida, nada parece mejorar realmente. Solo empeora una y otra vez. ¿Porqué no puedo quedarme en esas temporadas de tranquilidad y alegría? ¿Por qué siempre me toca levantarme solo en estas situaciones? ¿Por qué siento que puedo brindar mi compañía y apoyo a otros, pero no recibir eso del resto? ¿A quién le cuento esto? ¿A alguien le importará lo suficiente para quedarse en mi vida? Porque parece que todos se van. Tarde o temprano lo hacen ..."
Ahora recuerdo que estar a punto de perder mi empleo me ayudó a abrirme a la posibilidad de cambiar mi actitud hacia muchas cosas y permitirme ser guiado. Decido abrir la ventana de mi cuarto para que entre más luz; parece que será un día soleado. "Tal vez he estado buscando en amigos y cosas superficiales el confort y la seguridad que siempre estuvieron en mí", pensaba, replanteando mi soledad, no como una debilidad, sino como una fortaleza.
Mis pensamientos ahora me remontan a agosto. Curiosamente, estoy frente al espejo en mi trabajo, observando mis ojos. "Vaya, esas ojeras... Necesito descansar más", me decía a mí mismo mientras veía todas las imperfecciones de mi rostro y cuerpo. "¿Por qué de repente siento que en el espejo del trabajo veo más defectos que en el de mi casa?", reflexionaba en ese entonces.
Mientras recuerdo eso, la luz del día ya ha llenado mi cuarto, recordándome lo pequeño que es, los problemas del techo y otros defectos que tiene. "Puede que todo lo que veo no sea perfecto, pero al final del día, es todo lo que tengo, y a mí mismo, quien nunca me ha abandonado todos estos años... Con eso me basta para seguir adelante", pensaba, mientras comenzaba a desarrollar más cariño que resentimiento por aquella persona que veo en mi reflejo.
¿Alguna vez te preguntas que ves cuando te miras al espejo? Pues, mírate en el espejo y vete a ti mismo por lo que realmente eres... Mírate, tu mirada y tu rostro, reflexiona y piensa si no has sido valiente, si no has enfrentado y superado desafíos, sufrido o perdido cosas significativas para tí. A pesar de todo, aquí estás al final del día, como un sobreviviente, como tu propio héroe, pues como dijo Hermann Hesse: "Quien no ha sufrido, nunca ha luchado con la vida; nunca se ha probado a sí mismo ni ha tocado su ser más profundo."
Siento como si he estado navegando solo por este mar de problemas, llamado vida, durante un buen tiempo, buscando mi camino de regreso a casa, pero ahora entiendo que mi hogar no es un lugar físico. Es un estado de ser, y la felicidad que busco no es la meta, es el proceso de resolver los problemas que me presente constantemente la vida durante el viaje, ahí está mi satisfacción.
No creo en la magia. La vida es automática, una serie de eventos y decisiones que nos empujan adelante. Pero en este momento, no me importa estar solo. He aprendido a encontrar fuerza en mi soledad, a descubrir quién soy sin la validación de otros. Y mientras miro mi reflejo en el espejo, me doy cuenta de que he encontrado mi paz.
Hoy he hablado mi verdad al viento, mi historia. Y aunque nadie más lo haya escuchado, yo lo he hecho. Y eso es suficiente. Porque en esta soledad, en esta independencia, he encontrado mi libertad.
-R.
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I just want you to know that I've spent the last four hours after a six hour shift working on grad school homework so now I'm gonna go comfort read every fic you've ever written.
ahhhh! first of all, that's a lot to do in a day and it makes me tired just thinking about it.
Second of all, you're so sweet! I hope they do bring you some comfort.
Third, I'm actually writing a fic right now so here's a little preview for you (spoiler alert, they're drunk):
“You know they've killed people for less than this,” Tommy said, gripping the woman's legs tightly.
“What? They have not.”
“Oh, yes they have! We get caught carrying this poor woman down the street and next thing you know, we're on death row being asked what our last words are.”
“Whoa!” Eddie exclaimed, his hand slipping from underneath the woman's arm. He adjusted her before continuing. “What would they be?”
“What would what be?”
“Your final words, Man. What would they be?”
“Jesus, Eddie, I don't know. Who thinks about that?”
“I know mine! Watch your step.”
Tommy looked back and took a step left to miss some trash on the ground. “So what are they then?”
“'La muerte es segura, pero su hora es incierta.' It's a Spanish proverb. At least, I think it is. My abuela used to say it.”
“What's it mean?”
“It means death is certain, but its hour is uncertain.”
Tommy stopped dead in his tracks, causing Eddie to nearly topple over the body.
“What the hell?” Eddie shrieked.
“Eddie, that's the stupidest last words I've ever heard.”
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No postergues tus sueños. La vida es incierta y el tiempo es fugaz.
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Lo cierto es que me hacías inmensamente triste la mayor parte del tiempo, y aún así, fragmentado, imperfecto e insolente seguía amándote como a la esperanza que es incierta e impredecible, y así te volviste distante e innombrable, y de ser ocasional te volviste inexistente.
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Quizá solo fuiste un capricho, de esos que llegan los martes y se van los miércoles.
Y yo, en mi afán, te quise disfrazar del amor de mi vida, o del amor, o de mi vida, un espejismo que intenté anclar en la ciencia incierta de mi amar.
No había en ti esa chispa; algo en ti siempre quedó al debe, y, maldita sea, me pregunto si tanta es mi necesidad de hallar en alguien un refugio, que prefiero cubrir mis ojos para ignorar lo que me duele ver.
Maldita mi ansia imperiosa de alguien, y esta soledad de infante que aún susurra en mi sombra; porque, al final, solo eras una pieza, extraviada, sin forma, forzada en el borde de mi rompecabezas, que nunca encajó, por más que insistiera.
Te coloqué en mi espacio, con fe ciega, pero al mirarte de cerca, se desveló la verdad sutil: no pertenecías aquí, no aquí, conmigo.
Y aunque quise retenerte un momento, tu lugar nunca estuvo a mi lado; eras solo un sueño, un martes breve, que el miércoles se fue, sin retorno.
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