H and tried to keep constant the efforts of these words to prevail, be strong, and express their sounds to read the real meaning and pure of every feeling that has been forged my way of being, see life and fighting. I have not saved any resentment , and secrets slip between paragraphs and lines.
Ever wonder how good are words you write, they say, even those who remain silent. The thought of leaving behind every reason to wake up is like pretending that life is a game of chance in which no We have nothing to learn. Sometimes in this life, we need to touch the bottom, that place full of tears and pain, to understand many things that go unnoticed.
A moment is eternal, and the latter as they progress they become stone moments that never come back, past disasters they face an arrogant and unexpected future. But the pen and paper pretending to be slaves of yesterday, and allow me to make my life last a little longer, you need to understand a little closer to the reasons to fight.
Read, understand, reconsider and internalize. The exercise writes a mind that is reflected in the simple aim of wanting to become a medium, a bridge of support for all who live in special situations, similar situations. Achieving empathy becomes important, and has been one of the main intentions of all this, because there is no use writing words silent for a person's heart, my intention is summarized in being part of an aid a different way to find a secluded place where all are equal, and suffer the same pain, we enjoyed the same joys.
I want to keep share ideas, write with permanent ink in the consciousness of many people, perhaps, get to places beyond the heart, and touch with a sentence to anyone who needs it, that helps. Open many pages here, have become for me a sponge, where I have been absorbing every detail of my life, a painting of this, a picture of my circumstances, I paint daily with all these words.
As I read in the starry sky, every inch of my feelings, and slowly understand the meaning of all this, while the moon follows the sun's reflection and serve as an impetus for me not to wake my dreams, while the morning breeze I stole a fresh smile, while you have a single reason to live, I will spend time with my emotions, and I will trace on paper and a pencil, I decorate my life with the fine structure of a poem, a story or essay, to somehow work with a world that loses value, where dreams are stolen by the routine of a life wasted by greed.
Although we do not share ideas and although I do not always understand, behind the theater of verbs and adjectives; of surprises and puzzles, there is a separate world to which you can go where we can all try to understand the secret of silence, emptiness, bitterness and pain, but above all, we can better assess how the value of a smile, a simple gesture of kindness and words of encouragement.
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