From A Wanderluster To The Other Lost Souls

During a lifetime, our heart is generally the shelter for many people, being the most important ones our lovers. We have many, many loves, and there are five kinds of them that we cannot avoid, at most we can be lucky enough to one person as the vessel for more than one of the following “categories” of love. The first love: we all have a first love, some before than others, and some more gleeful than the rest of us. Our first love is the one why we actually start believing in love, is the one we can feel our heartbeats going out of pace whenever we see that person. The first love is our real first kiss, the one we feel like teenagers for real and the one we do silly things like naming our imaginary-future children. The love that destroys us: is the one we fall in love with and we get ourselves broken by. Is the one that makes us feel like zombies and makes us bitter as lime. We drink to this love, and we drink away, then we spiral out of control a little bit more a...

Lately I've decided to keep my mouth shut. If I've learned anything during the last 23 years is that when you don't have something nice to say, it's better to shut it. To be fear is not that I'm mad at someone or I want to curse at the wind every five minutes, I simply stopped having nice thoughts, I feel more like a broken toy that I've ever felt before. During the last month I've been in the darkest blue I've ever seen, darkest that the ocean in the south of Chile, darker than black itself. I feel like there has never been room for mistakes in my life, a burden carried ever since I can remember. I let my walls come down in order to let someone amazing in, only to realize that love is just not enough when we are surrounded by fears and nightmares. I keep asking myself why do they call it a heartache if it's your whole body aching at the same time. He's with me at times, but I'm only a little part of who he really is. I wish I could change t...