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.
No one at all can be liked everyday or everytime, but there is still hope
Today the Creativity Path says two things: “Take lots of rest and Take risks” In my case; I really would like to take lots of rest, but the one I’m thinking it is in fact impossible to happen, but a little bit here and there can’t hurt, right? On the other hand the Taking Risks factor of today’s Creativity Path is something that I can relate to. Sometimes I must confess I regret taking it, but other times I say the contrary or I say; at least I took it, now I know it doesn’t work. I’m doing it right now; writing on this Blog is in fact a risk. I believe Risk = Chance = Opportunity, don’t you agree? Truth be told; everytime I write about what the Creativity Path is saying now I learn something and I enter into a new discovery. So now I will make my move and take a risk and post on here the following and it may be a risk because for sure some of you if you followed my 49 Doors Story Path you have read it before, but we will see, here it is:
By a twister move I found myself Really close to you Under and over you I picture it really well My skin all over yours Who said a twister game It’s not a fun thing to do On a friday night Was crazy at heart If that person could see What was going on Inside my head By playing this game.
After time of playing I guess I call it to happen The game was over But it was even funnier And in fact more exciting. All of us playing fell on the floor But not me I fell on you And my hand…… well you know.
By the second My eyes meet yours I felt a kiss coming But I was wrong.
The night came to an end I was walking towards the door Saying goodnight to all Until you hand stop me To continue moving on; Then I turned, it was you Saying please don’t go.
So I waited for all our friends to leave Then just you and me All alone…….Suddenly Out of nowhere I felt my skin on the twister floor I felt it coming And this time I was not wrong…………..