I write

"You know you're gold, you don't gotta worry none"

Two insomniac nights fueled by a trip. I speak on the phone; sin saber de que hablar más que de trivialidades. I listen to music; sin saber en que más pensar sino en la que está lejos. Zebra. Beach House. Repeat. Zebra. Beach House. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

And I see the morning sun hoping that my words will be enough to keep me going, to give my spirit the on-going calm I want. Then, I shut my blinds and the sun gets muffled, asilenciado, como la leyenda esa que me contaron de niño y que al dormir desaparecía. Por supuesto que daba miedo; por supuesto. How to forget it? Forgetting it was out of the question. Sin embargo, al día siguiente, me desperté agradecido y contento de saber lo que había escuchado. No había nada por lo que temblar. They were words and they were my thoughts.

I did not go to the gym today. I did not. I just called hoping the phone would get picked up in a far away place. I called hoping to hear a familiar voice. My two wishes came true. We talked and my soul now feels calmer. Siento que Morfeo me habla y me dejaré llevar por él hacía la tierra de los sueños en la que, quizá, le vea. A true dream.

24

The first 24 took almost a week to be accomplished.

The first 24 came in a bubble package coated with cane sugar and soft words and delivered over 4 non-consecutive days.

Viejos recuerdos de lo que siempre habías querido que hubiera sido. El bienestar que se siente al encontrar algo nuevo con el malestar de la misma incertidumbre de siempre. Te das vuelta y le ves, se ven, les ven. Se da vuelta y le ves, te ves, les ven.

You write words but read intentions.
You smile but see conception.
You laugh but remember deceptions.
You say I'll do it but anticipate narration.

You are happy.