If they catch you

The hunting is in the middle of the night. You open your eyes and stretch your legs. You feel the cold sheets. Your breath is not heavy and you don´t understand why you are awake. You can just hear the deep darkness. You turn your head and find its body.

Try not to look into its eyes, there are nets that you can never escape from. Try not to scream if you want to keep your voice. You don´t want to get closer but your feet are already walking.

Choose if you want the battle or the distance. Do not smile over the fence if you know that there must be spines in those flowers. Don´t get rid of yourself if you believe in the moon. And if you think that there are stars still shining into the shadows, you should learn that only the fire will be ready to take your hand.

Observe the abys, you already know that it is the walk where lives your hired insomnia. Hug the time. Hug the smoke and the ash.

If you feel its breath, you are under its arms. Your muscles will freeze. You´ll touch a little knife going down by your glance. You´ll swim at the lake in winter and run in the desert in summer. You´ll find fire on the icebergs of silence. You´ll try to stop the rain. You may even see the sunset while the blood is flowing on the beach that afternoon. You don´t want to move but are already wearing sport shoes. It shouldn´t be a stone but a beautiful gift. Look for the mirror which will carry you to the night.

Laugh, the exit is getting closer. Accept it as a talent and leave the arrows stuck in your skin; the ice will turn them into swords. Find yourself. Find yourself even when you are running out of energy. Find yourself!

Reach its back, never the soul. It won´t disappear. It won´t kill you. Touch it. It will give you the poison to deal with the hurricane and the life drops for the sunset. Don´t get too much closer and don´t try to forget it. Feel it, but not on cloudy days. Love it and then, get back to your skin.

You are looking again at your ceiling while your fingers are traveling slowly through the wrinkles of your sheets. You turn your head and sigh. Just your body and a bunch of frozen time.