Being me ...
Today I wanted to write, I do not know what topic. Just write, grab the pen and start scribbling those symbols I learned many years ago. Usually when I write, I do when I travel by train, and I'm alone (embarrasses me that someone I knew read the things I write, as I write) that is the best.
I do not know yet why I isolate myself in this way is that sometimes you need solitude. Even then not be afraid to be alone too time. Before he feared, the difference is that now I have fear of the conclusions I can come. The mind freely flying is too dangerous, too .. I do not want to draw conclusions and think of things that end up even more depressed. My current situasión not tolerate it. I enjoy the scenery from the train I see the city without thinking about anything, let alone anyone. See how they are transforming the small houses in large apartment buildings to the passage of the tracks. Watching the shadows emerge from the horizon, revel in the sky and clouds. I want to go amaze me how as a child. I do not want to remember that mourn the shadow that never again will cross on my way, no matter how much you want.
just want to leave all that in the past and start from scratch, I want to go meet someone and feel that tingle inside me. Let the pain and broken dreams atra, well back ...
Back to laugh heartily, grab my notebook and fill it with phrases encouraging, as usual. In other words, I want back to being me, that person you knew and used to take my same name. I want to be myself, I want my heart again, that, that I thought I had stolen and never going to recover ... Just be myself again ...
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