《Lost in thoughts, all alone》


 The Lighthouse

    A beacon of moderation, knowledge and human sensibility, filled with love for life and justice, sometimes naive because of his own childish innocence. He was born in a family with a lot of love and union.


    Someone that was remarkable in his social skills, always lending a hand even to the worst of his enemies, the ones that bullied him because of being different, he told to anyone that forgiving was the most valuable heal that someone can have, his parents were amazed by how resolute was their son. But hiding behind the curtains of himself, there was sadness, anger and a disdain for the trap he was in. It was an eternal fight with thoughts like: "You''re no one", "you can''t change anything", "you should be dead by now". That part of him, he wanted it to disappear all because he was told: "You can be better, I''m sure!" and it was pointless. Cried a lot, until his heart became numb and the voices changed the message: "everything doesn''t matter anymore". He was blinded by his ego, unable to see that the loss of some part is the recipe to create chaos.


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    He always liked the view of the beach in dusk time, feeling the chills of the night that was coming through and remembering him that not everything in the dark is bad by itself. The landscape was lit by every street light, the lullaby of the waves and the white sound of the cars passing was the reality check to him.


    It came to him, the moment to know that he had to accept everything without any positive or negative emotion, just to breathe the salty air of today and be grateful to still be alive.


    Things started to turn for the better, his face showed a slight peaceful mood, his weights were lifted and it felt like he wanted to fly high.


    It took long to realize how to work with himself and he hopes to help everyone that gets lost in the ocean to seek for the land again.


    And so, he became again the lighthouse, a brighter than ever one.

 The mirror

    I decided to go into my sister''s room, she doesn''t care if I do that but she always said to me to "don''t stand in front of the wall mirror for more than ten seconds."


    That irked me, "What is so special about that piece of reflecting glass?", my opportunity came in a shape of a long week trip she had to do and I said goodbye to her with an unsettling smile.


    At home, my parents were enjoying watching a movie, it was a pleasant spring night with a little breeze that renewed the air.


    I finally entered that desired room of me, turn the lights on and everything was really clean and organized, I lay down in the bed and it was really comfy. It made me feel sleepy and that wasn''t the idea so I jumped off it and I stand in front of the mirror.


    I could see my reflection and every object that were behind me, nothing new or interesting, so I started yawing and sat in the floor, a few centimeters of the glass.


    After a while, I saw my reflection moved a little bit to the right but I was not moving at all. Then it smiled and all the colors in the reflection were stripped off, just leaving black and white.


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    I thought what the hell is happening and that me told me with his hands to put my left hand in the surface of the mirror. Was scared indeed but I decided to give it a try, I lay my hand in the mirror at the same space as the another me.


    The fingers crossed between both hands, that person turned entirely black, started laughing hard and tried to pull me in with a really strong force.


    I started crying, fighting with all what I got to get back my arm and hand that was consumed, it was indeed a tug-o-war.


    Time started to stop, there was an argument between us, with or without words. I used my other arm to gain more strength but the shadow took that as a chance to sink me more inside.


    Was really desperate, "Could I get away from it?", "No, you can''t" was a reply from somewhere. I got a risky idea: have to break the glass.


    I kicked it with both of my legs, the monster now seemed worried, growling like he was in pain because of what I was doing. After three kicks, I broke the mirror and was set free, that atrocity howled hard.


    My arm was with bruises, I was crying relentlessly and my parents appeared because of the commotion, they hold me for some seconds to calm me down and get me to the hospital.


    "What was that?", was a question everyone asked but until my deathbed I couldn''t answer.