🌹🧡I've always loved to read...

🌹🧡I've always loved to read... 

I've always loved to write... 

The messages, 

the long ones... 

the ones you don't care if you make a mistake in the subjunctive because you do it at full speed... 

with tears in your eyes and too much noise in your soul... 

Those messages that I don't think twice about clicking "send" because the heart never counts up to 10, 

at most it counts up to two... 

After all, 

the world of ink is the world of melancholy people...  insecure... 

introverted... 

sensitive... 

people who feel fragile in a world full of strong people... 

I write without any reason... 

without fear of the consequences... 

I write to describe the darkness... 

the silence... 

the love... 

the emotions... 

the disappointments... 

ie not living with regrets... 

I do it without using techniques, 

even at three in the morning if it happens... 

I think of the promises... 

the words... 

the hands... 

the looks... 

I often think of the smiles, 

the emotions and disappointments experienced... 

and even if I pretend nothing happened... 

everything has a name... 

a perfume... 

a voice... 

an experience... 

Writing, 

sometimes, 

is a liberation not to go crazy... 

You don't look for anything... 

he entrusted every thought to the wind... 

I read about strange relationships... 

but I don't believe those who say "even if I didn't look for you, 

if I didn't call you, 

I thought of you"... 

because feelings have to be screamed... 

Whether it's rainbows or rain storms... 

I've always loved writing, 

to a love... 

to a friend... 

to the whole world... 

and I've always done it with great respect and loyalty

even when I was scared

to disturb... 

even when my messages seemed like themes... 

🧡💖💗💕💓💘💞💝