The crab on the sea shore.

I wake up everyday to the fear of hurting the crab I found on the sea shore.
The ocean is full of wonderful creatures,
and the crab is also one.
He just doesn’t know.
He hides himself in that calcium shell, 
wondering if anyone could tell.
What is there?
under the tough shell?
He keeps crawling on the sea shore,
waiting to be found, 
but thing is not easy like how it sounds…

The kid came to play,
along the game,
it saw the crab with the shining eyes,  crawling.
The kid was curious
it didn’t know what to do with the crab,  but played with it.
The crab thought it was found, 
til it saw the clouds…
Legs up to the sky,
sunshine on its belly,
the crab didn’t understand why
the crab cried:
I’m still,  homeless.

The crab on the sea shore, 
He looks tough but yet fragile,
I want to let him stay where he supposes to be: the warm cozy sea,
But then at the same time,
I’m scared that the wave would carry him away, 
I’m scared that someone else would find him and play with his white soft belly.
They’re curious about the crab,  what’s inside there under the hard shell.

I wake up everyday to the fear of hurting the crab I found on the sea shore.
He looks calm but yet chaotic inside,
I want him to be who he is
With or without the shell.
And
I know I can do nothing else but love.

Dear the crab on the sea shore, 
You don’t have to face the dark ocean alone anymore.
Be your natural self ; I’m always here whenever you need…

Why do you leave the party too early ?

I left the party a little early last night,  even before the main course was served.
Left all the friends, the fun,  the exhausting beat from the speaker that I stood next to.
Left all the tiring social conversations,  the pretending smiles,  the broken light bulb above my head.
Left all the ridiculous nonsense chats,  the conventional photographs,  the smell of that girl’s perfume stayed irritatingly on my shoulder.
Left my artifical social self on that half eaten pan de patata I could never finish.
I jumped on my bike.
I saw us together driving under the Boulevard at night,  wind in my hair.
The smog of the city suddenly felt better than the festive ambience at the club.
We wandered around the park, under the moonlight.
You talked,  passionately about everything
Left the exhausting traffic,  the funny helmet vendors,  the grumpy security guard at the parking lot,
Left the crowded center, the annoying flows of people,  the lousy dance song from the ice cream store next door,
Left everything behind: the past,  the future,  the time.
The undone research,  the frustrating job,  the troubles,  the labels.
Left all my fears,  my doubts,  my insecurity
Just you,  me and the walk under the full moon.
Then you said you could see yourself being a family man,  with wife,  kids and some pets run around
You said you have no plans,  life is opened, 
And you asked why had I left the party too soon?
From there,  the darkness covered my head,  my heart,  screams.

I saw I woke up,  from a nightmare.

Two selves in a shell.

Two persons sitting in a shell
together.
Freaking out how
alike they look.
Are you me?
Am I who I am?

Enthusiastic about contributing
to God.
Showing the artificial love
inside out.
Being confused
about
where she should be.
Wondering
who
she really is.

The universe is born
when
It’s named.
The love is born
when
it’s felt.
The pain is born
when
the wholeness is required.
I was born
when
I question who I am.
The two selves were born
when
the mirror are shattered in pieces,
when
the reflection reflects itself
when
the song hears it own beats.

I lie here, 
send my heart above,
being scared of the greatness.
Fear the love,
endure the hurt.
The two selves
seek for happiness, 
fight the loneliness, 
be one but never unite.
They’re 101 and 103,
standing next to each other
with a gap between.
The two selves in a shell sell its soul….