MEMORY

I don’t care. Really don’t care. Everybody is shouting. I fly to that moment, run away from the chaos. That’s the tombstone. Hey, there we were. My ex-boyfriend and I. We quarreled. I waited for his words. He was in silent mode. I was starting to bit him. He was like a statue. I didn’t care, all I knew was I was disappointed. Fast, he kissed me. My first kiss was in front of someone’s tombstone. Sweet. Mint.

          I am surprised, I still remember that kiss. A long time ago, I thought I forgot it. Now, I still remember. Everybody is still shouting. I don’t care and don’t want to care. All I know is his butterfly collection in front of me. All I know is my first kiss at that time and my ex-boyfriend. All I know is the sweet memories we had. All are gone. So, he is.

THE LAST FIGHTER

I am sitting down. Facing the sin in the afternoon, I am thinking. It is like I was a runner in an international competition. I had been preparing myself for years. That race was the one I had known best. I was preparing myself, looked at my competitors. I was very optimistic. Not long waiting and preparing, we were in our positions. The signal gave us order to start the competition. Three counting, I was running. I was running so fast. There was someone in front of me. I could not reach him even though I was running faster and faster. I was down. I was not the one who could touch the shining gold. I was falling down. On the other hand, I did not know why but I still run. I kept running ‘till I came to the finish line. Surprising, I realized it was not me, but hope. 

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L.O.V.E

Love is like the sand in the hand...
The more you keep it, the more you loose it.

_Zafran. 5 cm. p.169_