#heartsout

And then I can not contain it any longer.

I tapped, and tapped on speed dial.

Holding on, holding on, but only Veronica answers. 

Oh, dear!

And she picks up. She picks up. 

Stutters, stutters, “Hello”. 

One word, not more, and she knows it all. 

She knows it all along. 

Take a deep breath and start from the beginning, says she. 

Goes the rain by the eyes’ corner as everything, everything comes out. 

How the story went, of the sleepless nights, of how I pretended to be fine, of the loads I bear of three other people, who, who does not even give a damn, in ignorance, whose having a good night sleep, who, who, who are they? When it gets worse, when what I am doing is everything saving up their grades while one can not even do one job, just one job and gives everyone major subtraction and act like nothing really matters. How the story ends. 

I swear to God I do not want to be a free loader ever in this life. 

“Cry, baby, cry, but not for long. Be patient,” says she. “And seek for your God, beg from his help, for you to be strong. For you to learn, for you to see the silver linings. Stand, fight in the storm.”

“I will always be here.”

Waking up to this.