Lunes 9 de octubre de 2017
My mind is a jungle.
Thoughts are insects, leaping from place to place.
Anxiety is the hunter.
Happy memories fall like rain after a long dry season.
Paranoia flicks its tongue like a sneaky snake.
Faith and hope stretch across the sky like rainbows.
Mistakes are fungi, devouring everything they touch.
And my deep longing for a peaceful future?
Trees.
Strong, tall, and unshakable trees.
Benjamín Cedeño 