Non sequiturs

You like keeping to yourself. I keep my ear to the ground, become a lip-reader when needed. Any time I feel invited to intrude in your theatrical flings, that is.

And so we made eye contact for the umpteenth time and telepathically set the date for the jump. Come the day, I don't show up and you don't even mention it the next day. Who the hell is flying this plane, anyway?

But then again, how can I know that you did go? Maybe we are, after all, one mind and none of us was sitting on that bench last Saturday.

You can argue and throw at me that my inactions may be construed as devious. Such a pretty thesaurus you are too.

Deviant, I am, nonetheless. I'll give you that. And, frankly, I'd give you more if you'd just ask. So ask me. You know I can't think for myself. My head is full and filled with empty facts and useless guesses. I could tell you balsa wood is lighter than cork and blood runs thicker than water. Bullshit will continue to run thicker still anyhow. And it's not like I can't wait to carry water for you now that you're pretending you never told me to do such a thing.

Still you sink to my level and look the other way. You don't answer me, so I have to assume I'm the bad guy in all this. Alright then, you're the angel, I stood you up. No need to ask.

Carry the water I will.

Oddballs&eyeballs

Scribbles. Just scribbles on a blank paper after you're gone. Because all that there's left after you're gone is your presence-only it's just the shade of it. So powerful in my mind that it even scares me.
Did you ever notice me? This question I throw in the wind, that is only a mere little breeze after you're gone. You and your elbows. Your squares and circles, and the terrific sculptures you made with them.
This kind of thing happens only every few decades. My suggestion was going to be that we took advantage, but the future is now the past tense and the futility of something that was never to happen. Even the brown-coloured eyeballs that pierced me from that ragged crimson sofa knew it. Even the cleverness in me knew it. So why all these records now? I am completely sure you're not, by any means, asking yourself the same questions. There's nothing to blame you for, as there is nothing that ever existed in the first place.
The only remains are these terrific scribbles that you've left on all of my papers.
I am your only scribe, and you have been the code that I must understand. Because otherwise this blindness is gonna eat me, and I don't wanna surrender like that.
Among all the other things that you've left, you've left me with the cruel doubt whether this was fair or not. And to be honest, it is not the question I'm fearing, but the crystal-clear answer that comes with it.
That is something rude to do. To leave people and questions behind you just like that, as if none of the two had ever happened.
This play only exists in my head, I tell myself, therefore the only thing that can be done is to let it go as it came and be happy to remember it. To remember your eyeballs and the piercing that came with them.

Did I wake you?

Le echo una temerosa ojeada al reloj despertador. El cegador verde fosforescente me escupe un 3:47am. Genial.

- Hello?

Nunca aprendí a rechazar una llamada, sobre todo a horas inadecuadas. ¿Quién sabe? Hasta podría ser una emergencia.

Pero no. A mí esas cosas no me pasan. Ley de Murphy: si no descolgara resultaría ser algo importante, o algún asunto ineludible que me requisiese en alguna parte.

- No, no, I was up.

Por supuesto que no lo estaba. Y por supuesto lo negué. ¿Por qué será que nuestro instinto es mentir siempre que alguien nos despierta? Por educación no puede ser, yo no estaba el día que las repartieron. Parece más bien que nos avergoncemos de estar durmiendo a una hora decente.

Pero, para ser justos, sí se me requiere en cierto sitio.

No pregunto nada. Simplemente escucho, tomo nota de la dirección e indicaciones y de un salto me desenredo de las sábanas.

Antes de salir por la puerta me despido mentalmente de mi cama calentita con una rápida mirada contrita, hasta dentro de, probablemente, un par de horas.

Silencio

Estira los filamentos de tu cerebro... que sí, hombre, sí, hazme caso, tú estíralos. No duele, ya lo verás. Y si duele, pues te aguantas. La humanidad no ha llegado hasta aquí gracias a personas enclenques que una vez no quisieron estirarse los filamentos del cerebro. Ya te vale, a ti también, quejarte por estas cosas que te pido.

Nunca te pido nada, así que hazme el favor y estíratelos ahora mismo.

O atente a las consecuencias.