The Only Thing Inside That Abides | Poesies

’You think you’ve got it all figured out?Your head’s a messy little cuarto, full of empty beer cans, half-baked sueños, and the kind of pensamientos that make you stare at the ceiling at 2:14 a.m. wondering if the spider’s judging you. Well, this colección is the thing that won’t leave when the lights go out. It’s the grit in your shoe, the laugh that bubbles up when you’re supposed to be sad, the quiet voz that screams even when the world’s busy kicking you in the pants.It’s raw, it’s unpolished, it’s what happens when you stop trying to be fancy and just say what’s on your mind - like yelling at a traffic jam. It’s also a bit daft, a bit tierno, like a panther and a flamingo dancing in turbans or a chiste that makes you cry a little. It’s the stuff that sticks around when everything else fades: the amor that lingers, the anger that fizzles out, the weird little momentos that make you human.Don’t expect pretty words wrapped in ribbons. Expect something that talks back. Something that’ll make you snort, sigh, and maybe even think a little - though don’t worry, you won’t have to work too hard. It’s THE ONLY THING INSIDE THAT ABIDES, and it’s here to stay - like a bad habit, but a good one. ¡Salud!Also in the series:° Honest Mistakes and Other Poems° Don’t Try, I Told You I Was Ill