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.
Time really flys fast right? Where did time go? Do you know?
Little Jack got sick for two whole months last year; he couldn’t go out anywhere and the worst part he couldn’t have any visitors and as you know, for a little kid two months is like two years right?, especially when you are sick and you find yourself in that situation. Two weeks went by and he was feeling really miserable; at one point he was in bed and for some strange reason his eyes went to look towards the door; then he started staring at his door, he didn’t know why, he just felt like it. Two minutes went by and he was still staring. Then Two hours went by and little Jack started to see something on the door; he was using his imagination and then a friend kind of came out of the door. That friend call him and he went to him, they started talking, that friend was also sick and he couldn’t go out or get any visitors. Little Jack was able to see his friend’s room, later on they play cards, listen to some music, they did all kind of things until was time to go to sleep. The best part was that they got someone to talk to, but then again that was easy to do because that friend was their own reflection in the mirror.