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.

Happiness

Some one told me that happiness is something you choose.

I chose to walk today under the sun.
I chose to ask questions and get answers.
I chose to give up at the right time.
I chose to bend my hands when needed to.
I chose to listen to sad music that makes me happy.
I chose choosing the right arms.
I chose letting it go.
I chose to say something.
I chose to chose.

At the end, I am surprised. The validity of this argument needs yet to be proven but I can say for sure that today I felt and feel better than in these past couple of weeks.

Te vi

Te vi congelada en un beso somnoliento, discirniendo si era yo a quien deberías de amar (si no para siempre, sí por éste momento). Ahora, con la voz que lo sabe y lo ve todo te digo: "sí, soy yo a quien debes de amar" (si no para siempre, sí por éste momento)".

Me das un beso loco y luego un beso desconocido. No lo entiendo; me enloquece.