My last light
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  • Reads 346
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 69
  • Time 1h 40m
Complete, First published Dec 05, 2018
Through poetry, this is the story of a boy traveller who once asked the stars for someone and then had a defining beginning. 

Now, his past begins to be a companion that torments him and leaves him without strength. 

There comes a time when the ice beneath you breaks and falls no matter what effort you make. 

Everything in it freezes, the darkness makes way, silence is the only thing there is and continues to fall to the point of being forgotten. 

An enemy appears and is the strongest to face. That is not all, the emotions do not seem to be of help, since it remembers certain people in their past and with it, the mark that each one left.

Every light that he knew in various aspects of his life is fading, what if they all go out?
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The Words I Never Said // A Collection of Essays

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Dear Friend, I have so much to tell you. I feel the words tickling the insides of my lungs, the symbols pile up, I sneeze, and they flock into a clumsy-looking snow sculpture (sorry for the unsettling image). I then begin to introduce those words to the world, to you, syllable by syllable. Like little children, they explore the emptiness of paper, and soon all the universal truths blur as I search for explanations of time and space. Where are we? What are we doing? Using emotions as my ink I tried putting into words the unspeakable thoughts that torment my mind until written. Most of these writings were born from loneliness. You don't have to read them, my Friend, but if perhaps you feel just as tormented... these letters are here, waiting to be seen. Love, - Your Friend