Sometimes I cry

Sometimes, after a while, I cry.
Sometimes, when I've been running from here to Hawaii, I sit still, and cry. 
I can't help it, I onlly burst into tears. 
It's happened for years and years. 
Most of the times I can't tell you why, I just cry. 
A mix of sadness and anger coming from within takes control and I need to cry it all. 
When I finish, I feel better, like I needed to do that. 
When I'm done, I feel free, like that weighed to much for me. 

(R)

Writing

I find writing is a way for me to let the wildest and most magical part of my inner self fly free. It’s like there’s this fabulous coffer full of dreams and ideas moving like caged phantoms in me that only opens enirely when I’m asleep. Writing is my chance to slightly open its lid being awake and letting the world see some of these wonderful places and powerful creatures only I could see before. That is why it is right after waking up or before I go to bed when I am most likely to be inspired, because I can still feel its magic presence near and catch a glimpse of what it’s inside it before it closes. I also feel like there is a long journey for me to make so as to learn how to open it up wide, without reservations, and finally free those spirits and stories and bring them to life, where they can have space to grow and become as pure and unique as they deserve to be.

=) (R)