ETHERIAL MOON

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Who I am.

 

I am still missing numerous answers. But I have constant questions in my head and I play to transform them into letters and sighs. Disintegrate in the form of butterflies that drag their momentum towards a better place where neither my fingers nor my mouth have a place. Sometimes I cry quartz moons, other times I dress my eyes as ballerinas and walk through the pain on tiptoes.

I am a hopeless romantic of situations, things and people that do not exist. I keep looking for the emergency exit  of my thoughts through a page.

Some days I have seven souls and one life. Others stop having it and seven lives pour into my bed.

I'm twenty-four years old, and someday the answer.

Meanwhile I sell hours to my existence and write.

I have written my first book "Take your broken heart, turn it into art", pending to be published.