Hold On incident

 Yesterday afternoon the power went out (as is usual now due to the heat waves) and not being able to do anything I ended up falling asleep most of the afternoon and had a strange dream that in a certain way functioned as a "revelation".

I was lying in my bed as if I had just woken up, I was looking at the window, it was cloudy outside and in my head "hold on" was playing, I had a feeling that I should listen to that song at that precise moment, but due to the lack of internet I thought In more alternatives, what came to mind was listening to it from the AMV that I have downloaded, after thinking about that I woke up.

After that strange dream I went out to my patio with only one objective: Listen to Hold On while watching the sky. On the first attempt they interrupted me, on the second attempt it worked and I was able to see fragments of the winter of '22, which made some sense when I entered my house and ate tamales for dinner as if it were December, I thought that I had the opportunity to listen fever dream while still outside. Today when I returned home I got a memory of the aroma of the characteristic oil that I used at that time, while I was bathing I remembered the unicorn band-aids and these days I see several opportunities to agree on things that remind me of December 2022, I will have Something to do with the ghost town incident a few days ago?

Maybe it's not accurate, but it adds more value to writing this listening to the taste of ink, you know,mind-year end-of-year feelings

-Burn!

Vivo

 Es una noche agitada, mis venas fueron arrancadas, mis entrañas devoradas, "El" observa sin inmutarse a solo burlar mis tendencias por sangrar.

Esto es extraño.

Yo... tengo una vaga memoria de todo este desastre.

Un triste fantasma sentado en medio de la habitación, llorando, hambriento por carne humana, absteniéndose de drogarse con pintura de oleo. Le duele la muñeca, realmente lo hizo, si! Lo dijo! Lo dije! Lo hice!

Despierta! Despierta! Despierta!

Bajo al primer piso con nada más que mi playera larga y mi ropa interior, tomo un vaso de agua y camino en circulos por la sala, en la completa penumbra. Todos están dormidos.

Todos menos él y yo. 

Alguna vez pasó por mi cabeza toda esta locura. Pero me aterra que tantas cosas estén pasando, sobre todo porque ya viví esto alguna vez. De cierta forma yo lo provoque... "Y de una u otra forma, el pasado podré replicar, incluso si intento mi vida cambiar" 

Como sea, siempre cargo con una hoja de bisturí nueva, solo por si acaso.