i write as if my paper is on fire and my pen is melting.

I troubled uttering and expressing my thoughts to other people. And so it happens that I found hope in writing. It's like a ray of sunshine in an armor that saved my whole bare being from the countless silent battles of life. Thus, I want to share with you some random poems and prose that I write that will show how life can give us both hurdles and hope in a heap. Desplegar y leer entre líneas.

My poems are in no way happy, encouraging or uplifting. They are what is happening in my mind, inside. The things I cannot say out loud. A coward is what I am, and this is the only way I am capable of helping me.

It was all a pallet of black and grey. Except for the sky, the blood, sharing the color of love. The irony.

A spill of a heart onto pages. The darkness and beauty of blood into words.