Memories are poison
A typical night used to be my mom yelling at my Abuela; their odd, hispanic way of discussing if one Mexican soap opera was better than the other one. My dad would come home late and sit down in his relax chair to watch the late night news. He’d ignore the Spanish babbling. I’d be bored out of my mind, texting on my phone or playing games on my laptop to keep myself busy.
I wish I was there, now. I wish my life was boring again.
Continue reading “Captured – Chapter 5: Memories Are Poison”
“Do you know that feeling when you’re reading a book and it’s just so damn good and every nerve in your body is possessed with the words and the feelings and every once in a while, you have to close it after a chapter just so you can catch a breath, calm down your heartbeat and completely experience the literary work of art and realize it’s okay to feel like a total nerd, because no person has ever made you feel that way before?”