Each time you slit your wrists and sewed them closed your skin grew stronger. Every scar someone forever a part of you. I don’t know who I am anymore. I have no skin left unscarred, no part of my heart undamaged. But a a damaged heart is better than no heart. And despite the bloody…
Mornings are colourless. No matter the sun, no matter the beauty of this city, I don’t have time. I struggle to keep this pace. I need motivation for every move that brings me closer to the front door. The coffee is cold and the food is tasteless. The shower is burning hot, but I don’t feel…
Few things are true in life, but death is one of them. We all die; that’s a fact. Among all, some are allowed to be witnesses of their own death. Though, very few people are able to experience the awareness of their own upcoming death. I don’t even know that feeling; but he did. I…
“To know my being, my body is paramount to me. I always want to be sure that I know Me, I know who I am, how I am and how I feel. To feel, to understand and comprehend oneself can easily be one of the best things in this world.” —- Duarte Machdo (INSTAGRAM: @INDIGOXINTI)
It was not long after I turned 18, I already had a license to drive and my father lent me his car to go to the rehearsal we had with an amateur theater company in which he participated. A little before finishing the essay I received a call from him. His name was Polo and…
