Sometimes it takes a minute to laugh like crazy

like a borracha as my mum would say

(Although I seriously doubt she’s ever seen a borracha who laughs like me).


Sometimes it takes a few seconds to feel like you want to throw-up;

it’s not about food or smells,

it’s because you can’t stand anymore

some people,

some places,

some thoughts.


Sometimes it happens slowly, and when it does

you just want to die.

You know you won’t be able to make it through the next day,

maybe one more day, but the entire season?

It seems impossible.

You understand that waking-up is a struggle which

requires an enormous fight that your mind and body can’t afford.


Sometimes a simple though becomes a poem.

It’s fast, you’re inspired and have the right background music.

You feel happy even if you write dark thoughts

you’re relieved,

you’re writing.


About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read ( I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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