Canoe

Fuck it, 

I've made a canoe for two. 

I have trained my cats to hunt and I know how to use the bow and arrow. I have also broken the cell phone with its GPS and red eyes.

I stopped that tick-tock I heard slipping every time I was alone.

I have learned Catalan because your roots are there and I have read both Testaments to be prepared. And I have stopped writing down the sins of the impure and I’m now writing down that of the desperate and broken hearts.

Also, I've started to give up on everything the universe has to throw, so fuck everything.

I have put together a canoe, it has food for two weeks and a blanket. I have learned the ways of the river and read about the stars and their stories.

I am prepared for the fight of the storms and to end up in the sea of ​​sands. Because I have said my goodbyes and stopped all that bleeding to live and eat to punish. Now I do the thing that I sew my lips together and my wrists leak. And I've started to give in to a compromise.

So I said canoe, blankets, meals and cats and, you and me. I said I did everything in mind in you.

TA.