Why am I writing ?
What I write defines me of who I am , little stories placed on a sheet of paper that makes a puzzle in my life . I write about my first love , the first butterflies and tear dropped for the person I loved .
I write in the saddest moments of my life , because only throw them I can find the inspiration to block the pain within my heart and heal the sadness within my soul .
I begin writing after a departure into the lonely nights , to succeed in overcoming moments of loneliness , sadness or miss .
I continue to write because this makes me feel free from my various thoughts and regrets . Thoughts that shouldn`t be placed there from the start and try to find a mean to an end .
When I write my insecurities vanish and I forget for a moment the walls that keep me trapped in pain and suffering .
Only then I can find a moment of happiness only to be lost again in the abyss of the world that surrounds me .
What I`m writing defines me of who I am . The little stories placed on a blank sheet of paper that makes a puzzle in my life . I write about the first love , the first kiss and butterflies , the first tear for the person I once loved .