Rattle, rattle,A restless mind thinks, the blue pills whisper, Or is it me? I can’t tell,not when the walls are breathing so loud, Just as loud as the memory of the ninth, so fast, so sudden, So, Unexpectedly, A moment within a moment, That’s all it takes to spiral, to try and fathom where you… Continue reading

Ever since I was a kid I’ve had two biggest fears, One, the dark. Two, being alone. I think the first one is pretty standard. Even now I still feel like something clutching at my neck when I walk away from the darkness, but I think number two has more terror behind it, more hopelessness.… Continue reading

It’s hopeless. I miss you. I get anxiety when I think of you. It still feels as if I can rewind time and stop you from leaving. I think of you every day, think how quickly it happened. It’s still so surreal. But it hurts all the same. I call my mom sometimes, just so… Continue reading

Forgive me for calling my mom or dad every time I can’t manage a breakdown. Sometimes I can do it on my own, other times they’re really bad. Mi amá siempre me dice: Resale su Padre Nuestro a tu hermano, hijo. Pídele fortaleza. Like the big brother that I am, I go sit next to… Continue reading

Mi querido Chuy, My dad, Manuel, and Sofia came down this weekend. I was excited to feel a sense of home—the type you feel with your siblings and parents—but knowing why they were here is a different story. On Saturday, we didn’t do much but spend time at my place. The mood was slightly somber,… Continue reading

I don’t know where you are; I know that much. I don’t know if you know what we know. I hope you do and I hope you don’t. I don’t know what your last thought was, or if you even had one. What did you feel at the end? Did you have a chance to… Continue reading

It always begins at nightfall. Like any other haunting thought or feeling, there’s a subtle pull—a gentle tug, so tender, so light, I feel it I feel it all the time at nightfall. Sometimes it’s a whisper, a memory, it takes the shape of an echo, or an afterimage It’s too hard to ignore, but… Continue reading