I noticed, a couple of weeks ago, that I did have Hermit cat fish drops. 9 Apparently. Those where all the fish I left. I've been carrying out different approachs in my life, but I think it's time to change, again. On Friday I went to 'Las Peñas' with some friends. There, I saw him. Short, wide and funny looking. 'Ugly as always' said my best friend. He goes by the name of Ki-ke (
Quíque). We dated almost 3 years ago and, even though I have been in many relationships since and loved a lot of people, I still feel awfully funny and nervous when I see him. I remember being tense and wishing to get closer. I started drinking that day and, at some point, I started acting mean to the guys around me. There was this guy I like, César, who looks a lot like k**e. He is always around and I've liked him since I first met him, but I've noticed he only likes me because I usually always share my alcohol with him. He actually isn't interested in me. Anyways, I felt weird. I wanted to get close to him. The thing is at 3am I got to the point I wanted to leave everyone cause I was that angry. My best friend and I took a cab and left. Once I got home, I couldn't help but to start writing. I had been writing while I was drinking, but controlled it. I wrote and wrote verses which made me bleed even more. Then I started to cry while I wrote. My crying felt so honest. That real weeping and heartached sorrow. I let my ghosts come out and play terribly. If I had had his phone number, I guess I would have texted him or something.
I just came out of a relationship; 2 or 3 weeks ago. I would like to think remembering this Ki-ke is the way I deal with break-ups. You know, I look for shelter beneath the memories I forged with him so I don't feel the pain for the dying relationship.
I think he is the island to which the horror, turned into a sea, drags me back after the sinking of every ship, of every captain.
'Eres la islísima a la cual el horror, hecho mar, me devuelve luego del naufragio de cada navío, de cada capitán.'
