Inside

It is a constant tremor. It may seem latent. It is not.

Subtle. Sometimes like the quiet sea. Butterflies in the stomach that avoid you to stop smiling. The strength which wakes you up and allows your body to float with every single step. A complicit gaze you will be thinking of the whole day.

Violent. Sometimes like the sea in the middle of a storm. Scratches forcing you to look ahead and the soul breaking into thousand pieces. The strength shaking your body with every single sigh. A poisoned gaze that is the spine you can´t get rid of.

It is a daily shiver. It may be illogical. It is life.