Maria Del Toral
Bio
Straddling the line between deranged humor and spiritual wisdom. With watermelons on my feet. And I work out. Hopefully this helps.
Stories (6/0)
sometimes, i need help
friends sometimes receive calls from me wherein i profess in a bewildered voice, that i have hit a snag in my day. i rarely see it coming. i feel defeated to admit out loud that i’ve spent upwards of an hour (so far) tearing through my belongings to no avail. i am helpless - too tired to continue, but too obsessed to stop on my own. "help me, please." their reaction is always kind, and calm - they meet me with a tone akin to how one might respond to a woman who’s just called to say she’s in labor. no human power can stop what is happening, and everyone knows it. they try to keep me calm and perhaps distract me, but in truth we are all so helpless. the distance doesn’t even matter - i wouldn’t let anyone near me like this anyway. can i go for a walk? am i breathing? can i do something creative with my hands? they ask, but they know the answer.
By Maria Del Toral2 months ago in Poets
Doors (pt. 1)
When one door closes, another one opens. So goes the optimistic metaphor. I like it because I’m an optimist, and it’s simple. I don’t like it, because unfortunately for me it’s completely unrelatable. If I were to rewrite this saying to match my life experience it would go something like this:
By Maria Del Toralabout a year ago in Humans
