Helsy Flores

The problem with me is that I’ve always waited and what if I’ll be waiting my entire life. Waiting for something that will never happen. Waiting for someone who will forget about me. Waiting for nothing.

The hardest part of all is the simple fact that I was not good enough. And I cannot tell you how many nights I’ve laid awake wondering why.

Ever since I met you, nobody else is worth thinking about.

I really don’t give a fuck about anyone. But baby, I’d give everything for you.

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours?

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

“Sorry I’m so bad at replying! I’ve just had such a busy day!”

Their words can sting so badly if they are really upset:

I’m a type of person who loves to be alone. Especially when traveling. It gives me time and specific space from this populous place. A resting point. A haven. Away from everything. It makes me feel invisible to the naked eyes. And with music, I feel the whole world shut down in front of me. As if I’m living in a different horizon. It gives me an ultimate freedom from this world. I want to explore new things and visit unfamiliar places all by myself. I want to try and experience different cultures and meet different kinds of people. I want to take risks, learn new languages and talk to strangers. I love being in strange places that I’ve never been before, the feeling of anxiety excites me. It makes me feel happy and alive at some point. It gives chills on my spine and it satisfies my hunger from excitement and exploration. I love the smell of mountains and deep sea in the morning. I love the way my clothes smell the day after the campfire. I love the sound of peace and quiet. Traveling alone creates a lot of opportunity for me. A room for improvement and personal growth. A day to replenish my soul. It teaches me how to become independent and confident. It gives an infinite space of possibility, where I meet myself. And little do you know, we all have this kind of person living inside of us.