I’m crying over something that hasn’t happened yet. How stupid is that?

All the time many events are taking place simultaneously at different points of the city.

A man jumps off a roof.

There’s always something missing in our lives. We may have a job, but suffer from some health problem. We may be in a happy relationship but struggle to find a job. We may have a decent job, even with the possibility of saving money, enjoy some good health, but still struggle really hard to find that special someone to share our lives with. It was in this last situation, that he found himself.
When you come to think of it, we spend our lives wanting something we’re lacking. We never feel fulfilled, and that’s probably the curse of human race. Born to wander this earth with a feeling of perpetual emptiness. As time goes by, our situation changes, and we lack different things each time.

Falling,
dripping,
make
a sound,
liquid,
pouring
on the ground.

Take me to the time when hope still endured,
when my heart still beat
for a love that wasn’t gone.
Take me to the moments
when things were simpler,
the future brighter
and our bond stronger.

He had no smell. Not even that of soap, deodorant or shaving lotion. He didn’t smell good nor bad; he just didn’t smell.

Su relación comenzó como todas sus anteriores relaciones habían hecho: torpe e incómodamente.

A lump in her throat.
She checks every face in the crowds,
like a mother looks for her missing child.

I lost the battle. His shadows were too much for me to bear. I tried to save him, to finally let him go. He had a certain kind of darkness lying within himself. I couldn’t help him. No one could have done anything for him except himself. And he enjoyed his darkness, or so it seemed. He was a prisoner of his own darkness.