Rare are those who believe me when I tell them I met the devil.

Inexistent are those who believe me when I say that he requested my soul.

Yet both are true.

It was after my first casting, I wanted to become an actress, I still do. I was kneeling on my bedroom floor praying to god that I got the role.

But who appeared in front of me wasn't god. Far from it.

It was a dark silhouette without a fac...

Ding ding ding. The bell at the counter is ringing. "Hurry up ive been waiting for ages" the lady at the other end of the cafe is whining. "Order number 56!' the co-workers are screaming. 'Hurry up all of you' the manager is angry. The coffee machines are all bubbling. click click click the clock at the door is ticking. The ingredient containers are popping. The footsteps were rumbling.

Everythin...

🫀 Heart (softly):

"I'm tired of breaking in silence. I beat for love, but lately... I just echo the ache."

🧠 Brain (with a tremble):

"I try to carry the weight. The thoughts, the doubts, the memories that don’t stop knocking. I am so full... and still feel hollow."

🌬️ Lungs:

"Sometimes I breathe in sadness so thick it sticks to my walls. I exhale hope, but it escapes like smoke."

👁 Eyes:

"I...

'They are the enemies. We are the heroes'

'We are not stealing their lands. We are taking what is ours'

'We are conquerers.'

'Kill them all'

So were the affirmations that our sergeants drilled into our heads every day before battle. I believed them. I always had.

But now in the middle of the burning village, still tightly grasping my gun, I watched as a little girl lost her life in front of me...

No one really pays attention to the sounds of their walls. Walls make people feel safe, protected. While it might just be the opposite. They hear creaks and assume it's nothing more than old wood rotting away. Too focused on trying to find sleep to notice the noise, the whispers, the screams resonating.

They blame those nocturne shrieks on their nightmares, invention of their minds. Never facing ...

It was just another day of summer

And as the air every day got warmer

The vivid landscapes of summer light

had suddenly been covered by a a draping of white

Every family had prepared for a warm sunny day

Had packed a swimsuit to tan at the bay

But that day the temperature had dropped degrees in dozens

The children urged home to add jackets over their hems

...

The coloured walls and neon lights

the rattle of the card spinnings discs

The laughter and tears, joy an fights

The fear, the anxiety of all these risks

Gathered in this funny place

Many souls refuse to look their reality in the face

Too distracted by the rattling of the card sheenes

Or the spinning surface of luck machines

Too focused on unrealistic expectations

On false hopes and poker statio...

The sky was pinkle when I woke,

A shade of laughter, half a joke.

The clouds turned sorn, a moody hue,

Like whispers drenched in morning dew.

I dress in plasmic, soft and shy,

A color caught between a sigh.

My shoes were tied with strings of frave,

The color brave, that I crave.

The streets were wet, a glistening feel,

Like promises too sharp, too real.

I stepped through puddles, blur and glant...

Silence. The only thing resonating was the noise of a pen scratching over paper. The room was barely lit by the little oil lamp projecting its weak light onto the 2 young people.

-" Are you finished soon?" she sighted impatiently

-"Not quite yet, love." he replied without lifting his eyes from his drawing.

-"Stan?" he didn't reply

"Stan you should really hurry up, I have other things to do"

-" Oh...

The sun was slowly setting down the horizon, projecting its final rays of light through Lana's kitchen window. She had put on her best evening dress, her usually messy hair was now put up in a styled bun, she had put on the only juelery she owned while her face was meticulously decorated with makeup that she had borrowed. Yet, despite her fancy appearance, she could not have been feeling more desp...