I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.
Believe it or not words have power, but sometimes they are just ideas flying through the air, trying to become something, trying to find their own space to fit.
Once upon a time there was this little girl who like to tell stories before going to sleep, she used to tell the story to her own shadow like a mother to her kids; the thing is that she was a little afraid that her shadow would follow her to her dreams and she didn’t want that. She wanted to be the only one enjoying the adventure of dreaming, of what was happening inside the dream, but she forgot that her shadow was part of her. She didn’t realize it, after all she was a little girl. When she did; it was in fact too late. Because she made the shadow not to be inside the dream with her; she became stucked in her own dream with no way out. You see, you always need to have your own shadow otherwise other shadows can take its place and control everything from that precise moment. So now you know.