- Without inspiration -
I was once asked why only write about sad things and I said that was what was in each of those moments. Someone once told me to write when I was happy and stop writing sad words, and I said I'm not aware of where I am. Today I am or at least I have no desire to mourn. I will show you why not write when I have a big smile on my face. happy I have three weeks, three weeks that I have not written.
not feel anything profound, I have no need to write words I can prove with facts, I am at peace. I am happy and there is no reason for it, I need not express it on paper. I can not describe this feeling, just know that I feel. I can not explain the reason for my happiness, and tomorrow you might be crazy not remember this feeling so beautiful.
I see I have no inspiration, not even I know what I'm saying, I guess I prefer to enjoy this state of mind rather than squander describing. Maybe that's why I write only when I'm sad, I will not share my tears in person and I choose to vent in an alphabet soup of desolation, The happiness you must live there to share it and the sadness they have to hide your face even if it means leaving home before you save it in ink and be saved.
I am launching a major verbiage unworthy of me. I laugh. I think I end this tirade before vomitéis disappointment.
I'm happy and there is a reason, so there is no inspiration, she only comes when your mind is a prisoner of something you can not avoid, something that fills your heart and makes you feel special.
........................... 22/09/1910 Mel bohemian
