The streets.

Untitled it's my heart,
and blank as this notepad
when I first opened it.

I listen to the sweet words of love,
tasting the eco silence of broken homes. 

No emptiness lives in me yet my streets are solitary.

I don't search for adventures yet 

the enigma of life hunts me. 

And whenever I doubt myself, 

I remember that I am stronger than before because after all those bombs,
I've become immune to love.

I live in an empty battle, 

walk my streets
stepping on dry blood.

I wonder if the sun
has ever wanted to enlight my world.

As I walk my familiar streets
I get the feeling of Robert Neville.
"Where's my sam?" 

I say and laugh.
-No human being would like to be next to
you. You're a monster remember that.-
is those silly thoughts 

that keep me cold. 

My hands numb and my eyes,
dark.

"I'd like to think I'm a pretty
monster at least" 

so I run my cold fingers 

through my hair
as if that would 

make a difference...

"Trust me. I will never hurt you"
words that still bounce in my head.

I leave my world for two seconds

and remember the hot weather, 

the petty kiss, given.
I rewind the last walk,

the last hug, as I

Loose Internal Energy Slowly.

I come back to my world 

and realize I've been walking 

in circles for the past
couple of hours.

It's getting colder, 

so I kiss the air goodbye. 

And start walking back

to my home. 

A pesar de la soledad, soy libre.

I tell myself.