Author: didierfuentes

It was a Wednesday like any other. I was walking down the street to work as I usually do, my mind going everywhere as my feet moved forward. Suddenly, I felt my shoulder held back. That got my attention back to Earth. I turned around and realized I had bumped

For most of my life I had been going in automatic. I just followed a series of steps that were laid out for me, by my family, by society, rarely by myself really. I just kept moving forward. And I thought I was happy. I was doing what I was

For a long time I had been moving often and quickly. Shifting from one position to the next. Not looking back, and sideways only as needed. Forward, always forward, as if running from something. And don’t get me wrong, I saw lots of things, places and people. Some of which

And there she stood.In the balcony, anxious.Waiting for what was to come, but didn’t.Waiting for what she, deep down, felt that wouldn’t.And she was tired.Tired physically from standing there all this time. But more so mentally.Because even before she stood out in the open, her mind was already at work.Thinking.

If when you go to bed at night, you fall asleep right away, be thankful. Because some of us don’t. If when you close your eyes, you feel something, or you hear something, don’t open them. No matter what you do, don’t open your eyes. There’s a moment at night

“Why is someone alone on a night like this one?” she asked. I suddenly came back to reality and looked up. “Where did you come from?” I thought. The stars were still shining bright. The music was still playing. Then I felt the heat of the bonfire, the sound of

I… I didn’t mean to, I never meant for this to happen. It was the voices, they kept talking to me. And lately they were getting louder. I tried not listening to them, but they kept talking. They never stopped. I tried to shut them down. Music was of no