I have written words that floated in my mind since I was little and since I was encouraged well, I kept it up. It’s a power, I learnt. Shapes with meaning can tip toe, crawl, dance, slip, walk and hop into your mind and stir brouhaha.
I see small things here and there and I see that even though each one is only a part of a story, it is a story by itself too. We are exploding with instinct, emotion and passion in every second and we just have to wait and feel the movie we are in. If you really pause and think about it, it’s unreal. The story creeps up on you, and you don’t know what you are, why you are alive, why you are here, and why you are standing exactly where you are standing in this moment. The reality becomes a cloud over your head, that could be any other cloud in the sky and be lost before the rains come.
Stories are life, and life is a story. I am going to write about these little stories on this blog, not only from my life, but any other cloud in the sky.