Apples and cinnamon

Comiendo avena con manzana me doy cuenta de todas las cosas que se me han ido y he dejado pasar. Es dulce pero no tan dulce. Sabe a canela más que a manzana. No he hablado con nadie desde entonces. Avena con leche. No sabe mucho a leche la avena con microondas lo absorbió todo a su paso. Papá iba a morir, ¿papá murió?, papá se fue… regreso, ¡papá está vivo!

Dolió, y mi boca se siente caliente. Cuidados intensivos, inhalando muerte cada segundo, doctor, enfermeras, cubre bocas, gel desinfectante. Olores blancos, olores, medicina, no sentir. When you see the one you love hand in hand with death, every whisper, each thought… everything, just vanish. 12 Días, el no despertaba.

Extraños llegaron; a su pequeño hermano, yo lo detestaba. Extraños traían esperanza, extraños invadían la sala de espera. Then battle cry, I come back when you call me, no need to say good bye. Then I was losing not only one… two loving ones. No one knows it yet. But just because they can´t feel it, it doesn´t mean that you have to forget. Me and him, both artists, talented and different. They might not sound alike, but they´re really similar. To you my love, my only love. I´ll cry for you forever, I´ll have your face on my mind forever. People move on… but the sounds were rumbling, I can´t.

I slept in mornings, I was awake late or early in the morning. Thinking in my love, taking care of papá. Lonely, feeling miserable. A cooler version of me… that´s what I wish you could have of me my love. No friends, I was petrified. Scared and senseless. Alive, yes, but utterly drunk in tears.

Termine la dulce manzana canelosa avena. Ya no quiero escribir.