Introspection

I relaxed, meditated and traversed all the nooks and crannies of my being. I went down to my hells and burned myself; I went up to my heavens and enjoyed myself. Now it's my turn to go out, the problem is that I don't know where, through my hell or through my heaven?

Source of the images: Pixabay and @talentclub

The last route

For her everything was over, the shit had covered her eyes and she never knew very well why. Life had become more complicated for her, little by little, without realizing it, until she found herself with no way out. Now, sitting in an old fruit box, she was preparing the dose of that crap that always made her fly and that, fucking paradox, was the only thing that helped her escape.
To fly upwards, very high, to open her arms, to feel like a princess, queen of the world and light as a feather, beautiful and virginal.
Then he fell hopelessly, his world returned was a cruel fucking world that he had had to live, without hope and without a future. But she didn't care about the fall, neither the hope nor the future, she never cared about breaking her head after a good trip; for her it was worth it, because she had no other way out, she never had it or if she had it. He rode past her on his grey horse.

She looked for a vein where she could prick herself, they were almost gone and she found one in her right ankle; the last way. He took the white lady, put her in the spoon and thought:

"A lot of shit for this trip.

But she didn't care and went on with the cursed ritual that elevated her to the heavens. She flew again, but this time she felt different, so much so, that she found herself lying near the cardboard and plywood shack, with the syringe of a thousand uses, hanging from her ankle, as if it were just another appendage of her body.

Soon she heard the voice of her father calling her, she turned around and there she was at the end of a path of light. She could also recognize her brother, who was the same as when she left, and her grandparents had not changed either. He walked towards the light; at last it was all over.

Source of the images: Pixabay and @talentclub

Selfish

I wanted to be me; me, only me, with no one else but me, until I looked in the mirror and didn't see myself, then I discovered that it wasn't me anymore, that it was just my ghost.

Source of the images: Pixabay and @talentclub

The last way

For her it was all over, the shit had covered her eyes and she never really knew why. His life had been getting more and more complicated, little by little, without realizing it, until he found himself with no way out. Now, sitting on an old fruit box, she was preparing the shot of that filth that always made her fly and that, paradoxically, was the only thing that helped her escape. Flying up, very high, opening your arms, feeling like a princess, queen of the world and light as a feather, beautiful and virginal. Then he fell hopelessly, his world was once again the cruel fucking world he had lived in, without hope and without a future. But she didn't care about the fall, hope or future, she never cared about breaking her neck after a good trip, it was worth it for her, because she had no other way out, she never had it or if she did, she rode her grey horse.

He looked for a vein where he could hardly get a puncture, and found one in his right ankle, the last line. He took the white lady, put her in the spoon and thought "a lot of butter for this trip". But she didn't care and went on with the cursed ritual that lifted her up to heaven. She flew again, but this time she felt so different, so different, that she saw herself lying near the cardboard and plywood shack, with the syringe, a thousand uses, hanging from her ankle, as if it were just another appendage of her body.

Soon after, she heard her father's voice calling out to her, turned around and there she was at the end of a path of light. He was also able to recognize his brother, who was just as he was when he left and his grandparents had not changed either. He walked towards the light; at last it was all over.

Source of the images: Pixabay and @talentclub

Shoes to remember

These shoes remind us that history can be repeated and we can never allow it.

Source of the images: Own

Spreading the wings

This sculpture impressed me in Budapest which is on the Buddha side.

Last night you loved me like never before

Last night you loved me like never before; your kisses were passionate darts, your tongue, a lustful hurricane and your caresses, furious waves breaking with frenzy in me. You went through my body as if seeking water in the desert, drinking the sweat of my pores, to quench the thirst of the lust storm that was raging within you. I let myself be carried away, like a feather in the torrent of your unbridled passion, by the pleasure of feeling myself the object of your desire and the rapture of your sex.

Source of the images: Pixabay and @talentclub