Matthew Burgos, Journalhttps://matthewburgos.com/journal/Personal writing by Matthew Burgosen-gb So, I photograph this moment with youhttps://matthewburgos.com/2025/08/17/so-i-photograph-this-moment-with-you/https://matthewburgos.com/2025/08/17/so-i-photograph-this-moment-with-you/Sun, 17 Aug 2025 09:00:00 GMTYour focus is on the road and the restaurant where we’re eating dinner. Mine is on you, freezing the minute, so I can study your features I have long memorized, photograph this moment with you, and always remember this t I’ve come to learn your scent and now wear it like a second skinhttps://matthewburgos.com/2025/07/29/ive-come-to-learn-your-scent-and-now-wear-it-like-a-second-skin/https://matthewburgos.com/2025/07/29/ive-come-to-learn-your-scent-and-now-wear-it-like-a-second-skin/Tue, 29 Jul 2025 09:00:00 GMTI catch your scent, similar to ocean and salt, the one I’ve come to learn and embed into my memory and now wear like a second skin, already tattooed all over me, lingering and lasting for infinite time. Moments like this keep me on my feethttps://matthewburgos.com/2025/06/28/moments-like-this-keep-me-on-my-feet/https://matthewburgos.com/2025/06/28/moments-like-this-keep-me-on-my-feet/Sat, 28 Jun 2025 09:00:00 GMTThe sides of your eyes crinkle with lines when you smile, and I hope mine do too. Moments like this keep me on my feet, reminding me that whatever happens, you’re here. I wonder what my grandmother is doing now.https://matthewburgos.com/2025/03/09/i-wonder-what-my-grandmother-is-doing-now/https://matthewburgos.com/2025/03/09/i-wonder-what-my-grandmother-is-doing-now/Sun, 09 Mar 2025 09:00:00 GMTI wonder what she’s doing now, if she’s doing well, if she’s guarding the house she grew up in, if she’s finally home. I wondered how it would feel to be kissed by someone in the rainhttps://matthewburgos.com/2025/02/01/i-wondered-how-it-would-feel-to-be-kissed-by-someone-in-the-rain/https://matthewburgos.com/2025/02/01/i-wondered-how-it-would-feel-to-be-kissed-by-someone-in-the-rain/Sat, 01 Feb 2025 09:00:00 GMTFor hundreds of nights, I wondered how it would feel to be kissed by someone in the rain, to feel cherished in the dark, in public, outdoors. To not care about people passing by or cars honking. To stand together, hands Now, it seems, you’re just a memory in my mindhttps://matthewburgos.com/2025/01/17/now-it-seems-youre-just-a-memory-in-my-mind/https://matthewburgos.com/2025/01/17/now-it-seems-youre-just-a-memory-in-my-mind/Fri, 17 Jan 2025 09:00:00 GMTIs this how drug withdrawal feels like? The rush I felt when we first got in touch slowly slips away, but I’m still clinging to the last threads, hoping they would pull me back into euphoria. We’ll part ways, and I won’t see him againhttps://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/31/well-part-ways-and-i-wont-see-him-again/https://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/31/well-part-ways-and-i-wont-see-him-again/Tue, 31 Dec 2024 09:00:00 GMTIn half an hour, we’ll arrive at our stop, all of us. We’ll spill out of the van, him with his bag and me with my thoughts. I’ll be fierce, not silent. I’m enough.https://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/27/ill-be-fierce-not-silent-im-enough/https://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/27/ill-be-fierce-not-silent-im-enough/Fri, 27 Dec 2024 09:00:00 GMTTonight, I murmur it a few times, then some more, like a mantra, a prayer I’ve already memorized. My chest, my memories, my worries feel lighter. The two people sitting across from me have the lightheartedness I long forhttps://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/26/two-people-sitting-across-from-me/https://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/26/two-people-sitting-across-from-me/Thu, 26 Dec 2024 09:00:00 GMTThroughout the night, the table seats nine people sharing stories and laughter, but my eyes often dart to the two people across from me. I draw a past version of myself in my memory and reach out to himhttps://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/25/daily-prompt-nostalgic/https://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/25/daily-prompt-nostalgic/Wed, 25 Dec 2024 09:00:00 GMTFor a moment, before the time I live in takes me back with it, I borrow the peace of mind my past self bears and leave the rest with him. I spent a day in Coimbra and discovered parts of the city (and myself)https://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/25/coimbra/https://matthewburgos.com/2024/12/25/coimbra/Wed, 25 Dec 2024 09:00:00 GMTIt was quiet, and I was in awe. The ceiling of Saint Michael’s Chapel was a sight to marvel at. The colored veins coiled until they were all tangled up. I craned my neck to look up and stayed like that until a herd of to