Sleep

I fell asleep with good intentions, the taste of expectations and desires in my bones. I had an optimistic mechanism and there were no barriers to my goals, I was a non-stop machine.

This was an hour, fifteen days ago,

I woke up with a cramp in my muscles, with no friends to turn to and apathy with bread flavour.

It's not that everything was lost, it's that everything was meaningless. It was money for love and relationships, smiles for words, good answers for one-hour conversations. And today it is a solitude of twenty-four hours of the eight days of the week if you do not have the trade to sell yourself.

I haven't dreamed for days and weeks. That existing is a to breathe every five hours and there is a letter that is burning my pockets.

People care when there is profit and decisions are made in doubt. As I said I fell asleep with a smile on my lips and my heart chasing the hummingbird. But now that is an illusion of the desperate.

T.A.