Antonio Rodriguez
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The Last Glass
"And for you, miss?" "The best Merlot you have." My late night had transformed itself into a fairytale. When I walked into the Vineyard I never expected to see her there. I thought this was going to be another night I spent alone at a bar waiting for my date to show up. But there she was. Long black hair, brown eyes, dark skin. Her dress a combination of Heaven and Earth. And her smile. By God, her smile! I know it's cliched but it lit up the entire room. I saw her and no one else. From that moment on I knew that it must've been fate. She had a lipstick stained glass at her side; she was early. She extended her hand to greet me without standing. Her legs crossed, right on top of left, revealed less than what anyone else would hope for but just enough for your imagination to wander. Her soft hands met mine and I immediately apologized for my nervousness. I tripped over my own name several times but she found it charming (I found it embarrassing). After finding the right words to pronounce my name I asked what she was drinking.
By Antonio Rodriguez5 years ago in Futurism
Sleeping With Insomnia
Her name was Insomnia. I met her when I was fifteen and she was otherworldly. She had energy to spare and once she focused on something she would work at it until she finished. I learnt a lot from her like how to play video games better and how to read whole novels until daybreak. I learnt how to focus my energy into more desirable things like schoolwork and research. And when she left each morning, a bright new day had begun. Sometimes we would hang out for days without end. And sometimes she would kiss me good night and I would fall into the deepest slumber. But even then she lingered in the back of my mind, she perforated my dreams as if by an act of magic and never truly left me to be alone. Insomnia has always been there for me (and still is). She was ever present, like God, but she was not quite and still and comforting. She was motivation incarnate, excitement, energy, she was the plural of actions and a universe of ideas. Insomnia was wakefulness amidst the mellow tone of the world. She forced me to be; a powerful presence behind the man I would become.
By Antonio Rodriguez5 years ago in Psyche
Mirror
This story, like many others, begins with a boy of no more than ten years. Dark hair and big brown eyes, tanned from living on an island paradise. A family of five in a three bedroom apartment was what he called home. They were poor, the boy and his family, and while he knew this he never truly understood poverty. When he thought about it he didn't see the homelessness that he saw in the news or the crime or rampant hunger that the news spoke about when they spoke about other boys like him. After all, mom and dad always had food for him at the table. He had a bed in a room under a roof that he enthusiastically shared whit his older brother. There was a full bathroom with a tub where he soaked and played with his toys. His toys! He had toys, so how could he be poor? They weren't the newest or best but they were his and his alone. He had an older sister that looked over him although he didn't know at the time. And he had mom and dad who, besides giving him food, never let him want for nothing.
By Antonio Rodriguez5 years ago in Humans
Sometimes
Life is hard. It's hard enough without all the extras; money, food, work, school. It's especially hard when you live with a mental illness. Today I woke in a great mood, happy even, just to find myself circling the drain a few hours later. My very existence was a rollercoaster heading ever downwards with no stop in sight. Finally, realizing that I had forgotten to take my medicine I leapt into action as if a few pills held the cure within them. It's been a while now and there is no change. The lights in the room still seem dimmer than normal, the fog hasn't lifted, my life has no value, and tomorrow can't come any sooner.
By Antonio Rodriguez5 years ago in Psyche
