The first page

When I was young I would write… About my life, my feelings and the people around me, it helped to keep myself from mistakes, I would write especially when I was angry and hurt, pages of a mixture of feelings coming through an old pen faster than a train. Pages and pages that never no one read it, not even me.

Time passed and I kept on writing more when I moved to UK and became an immigrant, when I felt down, when there was no one to talk, when I missed my family, my life my country. Even when you create a family around you, when you meet friends for life, there is things that look better between lines, as this words.

Now I made this blog as I thought “what is the point of writing if is for no one to read?” So I decided to up my words out there, good or bad will be here in the world platform waiting for anyone to see.



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