I keep having this dream

I keep going down the stairs, with no success on hitting ground
A voice inside my kept trying to stop me, screaming "Don't do this is not worth it"
I start running, until I finally reach the ground.

I walk into the airport building, everything is empty, except for the workers, that to me
seem like fading shades, with no faces or physical bodies, all of them ignoring me.

Finally, I leave customes, I go through the international gate and the building its as empty as before, all stores isolated, not a single soul at sight except for small piece of paper on the ground
along with a picture of you; an address written in blood, with a legend at the end that says "Do it under your own risk"

It takes me what appears to be days to get to my final destination, I could recognize the condos since its the only building with a touch of life in the city, and with a huge sign at the top of it that says "Welcome"

With a lost luggage and no strength to continue I climb up the stairs, finally with smile on my face knowing, that everything was worth it, all I've dreamed for is about to turn into a reality, but... Did I ever wonder or ask myself why you were never there to pick me up like you said you would? No, I never my head continued on thinking.

I get to a door white as the snow, with your name carved in the very middle, I knock and receive no answer, I go ahead and reach the door knob. The door dissapears and I'm the appartment already, a department as empty as everything else, except for an endless laughter comming from the only room that the appartment had.

I knock on the bedroom door "Busy, please come again later" I immidately recognize the voice, a voice I've been hearing through many gadgets for over 2 years has told me to wait.

I break in with tears in my head and I see you there, sharing bed with someone else, I yelled at the other soul to leave the door at once. Scene automatically changes, the third is gone and its only yourself and me.

"I'm here"
"I know, so what?"

I try to reach your arms and I receive I push from them
I try to do it again, and I'm sent into the air hitting the wall

Laughing coming from your mouth.

"Told you it wasn't worth it"

This is when I wake up, alarm ringing...

What is all of this about?
You could be dead and I wouldn't know
I've called endless times and receive no answer from you
Where are you to comfort me?

I love you

Where are you JKF

Día 2

¿Quien se burla de la frase? "Gracias Dios que soy ateo"

Un tanto estúpida la frase algunos han de decir, pero -siento mucho a todo aquél que se sienta insultado por lo que voy a decir- más estúpido debe de sentirse la persona que utiliza el "Gracias a Dios" como forma de estar agradecido, por los logros que ya sean de uno mismo, (Gracias a dios que pasé el examen) por objeto de salud de tu persona (Estoy bien gracias a Dios) o por el logro de algún ajeno (Gracias a Dios, que el doctor le salvó la vida)

Cual forma tan desagradable de opocar situaciones tan memorables, empecemos por el lugro realizado por uno mismo, haber pasado un examen, el cual te había tomado horas, de incansable estudio, un prolongado tiempo sin dormir, y al fin de todo, antes de iniciar el examen, lo tomas con ambas manos, miras hacia el techo del auditorio, y con una devoción bastante inocua, te atreves a decir "Dios, ayudame a pasar este examen" Disculpen a todos aquellos, que tienen creencias en ese tipo de religiones, pero, no uno se ha partido el lomo para lograr lo imposible, y pedirle (a una deidad inexistente para algunos) que te haga elaborar una tarea que te había costado una cantidad exagerada de tiempo, en cuanto a preparación.

A lo que quería llegar, es que ya es hora que el ser humano, deje lo sobrenatural y se enfonque en su vida, lo que lo rodea, de la misma forma que lo hice con anterioridad me disculpo, pero la religión es la forma más sencilla de alejarte de un problema, existen otros medios, y hay que darse cuenta, que es la cruda realidad, estamos solos en este mundo...

Day 1

Grant me thy strength
Emptiness...
Emptiness in soul & flesh

Take 21 days and form a habit out of running

more to come...

Jeg elsker deg

I've stolen a foreign language for you to understand, though we both well aware this goes beyond words.

A phrase that ceased our pain is soon to be destroyed from our vocabulary, never to be spelled out, never to be remembered, I shall dare to bring it back to life once more...

"When we are together"

I cannot be more grateful to whom I'm dedicating this evening to, you whom I care, kept hidden in the dark alleys of my wicked mind, I shall thank you

I will honestly say, in front of all this audience (If I get to receieve any) that I love you, I trully love you. Phrase we both shared in secret, that we both knew it was close to be discovered.

I could whisper it to your ear, in our intimacy, to our missfortune, for what ever cause or reason, we are unable to pronounce it YET.

You see love, some people look at the sea, and all they could describe from a simple stare would come down their cheek as a tear due to all its beauty. But to us, was simply a monster keeping us away. Now I can openly say that the sea has turned into a defenseless kitten, unable to perform harm to us any longer.

Time could consume me entering all I feel for you, so Why would I bother when you know all this already?

I wanted to dedicate this to you, my love, just to you, intruders may be allowed to enter, yet they don't have an idea of what we've been through.

Soon it's the word my love


I love you JKF


Sincerely yours,

Daniel

Un amanecer durante la noche

"Una noche sin oscuridad, uno cierra los ojos y se siente despierto, miras a tu alrededor y te encuentras lo que has estado añorando desde el día de tu concepción

Aquella perpsona que al mirarte te hace vijar a un mundo que, por unos segundos has elaborad en tu mente, un futuro, que sin si quiera pensarlo jamás llegará a suceder.

¿Por qué perder parte de la vida en aquello que nuncá formará parte de la realidad?

Pero de igual manera, te dejas llevar por la imaginación; Oh! que don tan hermoso y a la vez lleno de peligro, privilegio que si al utilizarlo en exceso podría llevar al hombre más cuerdo a una total demencia.

De todas ¿A quíen le importa? Si durante esa milésima de segundo VIVES en felicidad plena.

¿Vives? ¿El imaginar te hace vivir? Por qué añadir dicho contexto si el imaginar no te no forma parte de una realidad.

Has formado parte de mis memorias, sin quererlo, ahora, formarás parte de mis recuerdos"