Infraleves

 

Fragile events taken from everyday life.

Night Sleep

The passages of the city listen to the murmur of its inhabitants. The 4AM silence is interrupted by the echoes of far gone times. The cold breeze runs through my body, the cold kiss that interrupts my sleep reminds me of the loneliness and hopelessness of my wounded body. Many things have happened, the summer flowers have finished withering and the bare stem waits to bloom, but the winter is long.

It is difficult to describe a feeling when your body is hurt, the storm is upon me and there is no shelter nearby, only murmuring walls.

Lying on the bed, once again, I feel your perfume between the sheets. Every time it feels less but that doesn’t stop me from remembering you. I get up to piss while a song we used to listen is playing and I get under the shower, the water falls on my body hugging me warmly, I try to take my thoughts away but it is in vain.

I go back to bed naked, the music continues to play but I don’t understand what it says, the noise in my head is louder. I send you a message and you don’t answer me, you have me blocked but I still remember you.

How crazy how time passes and it still hurts.

I look out the window as the city lights go out and everything is reborn, I hear the noise of the train arriving at the station and the busses passing by. Everything is moving, but in my bed there is no time, I am still lost in my thought.

What would have happened if we were together?

The cold morning breeze runs through my body, I soon feel the warm kiss of the sun on my skin. I see how everything begins to clear up even more, I hear birds singing and the thunderous fury of the city.

I close my eyes and I start feeling my breath, my lungs filling with air and my skin bristling with the breeze. I begin to stroke my body, I try to silence my thoughts and just feel. I go slowly over my body, my neck, my arms, my abdomen, my cock and my balls. I go back up slowly and feel my warm hands on my face, I stroke my hair and fall asleep.

In my dreams I usually travel to a forest. I feel the peace of nature, the birds singing, the freshness of the trees and the breeze that gently hits my face. I see flowers everywhere but there is a rose garden that is my favorite, I walk there slowly while carefully listening to each of the sounds in the forest. Once arrived I lay on the grass and lost myself looking at the skies. Night has started to fall and it is time to go, I grab a rose to accompany me on the way back and start my return. Suddenly I feel that I fall and I wake up abruptly, I am back in reality.

I open a beer and I start reading a book, waiting for night to fall again to try to rest. Slowly everything dies and the echoes of the past rise again from the darkness. Another night awake listening to the echoes of what we were and what we will no longer be.

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