.: agosto 2010

miércoles, 11 de agosto de 2010

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I feel stuck. There's a huge wall in front of me. My feet stumbles and I feel like falling. However I'm falling slowly and I can take a look at everything around me as I go down. What's going on with me? Why can't I go back to be the girl I used to be?

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Perhaps, no question in the world is more difficult to answer than the one "Who am I?"

I look myself in the mirror and my reflection greets at me as a response. "I've changed and I continue changing." I think quietly.

Indeed, I'm not who I used to be, and every single day I get closer to the one my heart desires to become.

A wonderful writer, willing to live, walk, fall and love, in order to create a whole universe made of stories. Then, my thoughts would be translated into words, and my world would live forever in someone else's mind.

I will write until my heart stops beating, furthermore the ink on the sheets of paper would be as blood running through my veins, infusing me courage to keep on every single day.