Then she woke up in the middle of the night.
There is so much you do not remember, so many things you used to know, things that now lie hidden somewhere in your memory. Those thoughts, those events are unreachable to you and I think that is the best. I believe you do not need to remember. Those are not things you want to know, I know you enough. We can avoid that, you do not need to feel neither doubt nor misery and I do not need to see you feeling like that.
This space is a small piece of me. It is hidden in plain sight: first I put it in a corner then I turned the lights off. Some days I remember it exists and still nothing happens, words do not come to me…
…Perhaps inspiration has been wiped out from the universe.
Background song: Verano by La Oreja de Van Gogh
La huida no es cobardía si de lo que escapas es de aquello que no quieres ser. A veces correr es de valientes.
—Elvira Sastre, La Escritura es Cultura
Ask a question when you already know the answer.
I used to believe that love could achieve everything, that nothing was impossible as long as we were together. It took me a while to realise that there are things I cannot do, I have limitations, I am not invincible.