by N. Cardoso
Sometimes, I get flustered… the things I don’t know how to express in words are more important than what I say. I believe that’s the reason I always made time to write throughout my life.
Writing is the most found memory I have of my early years. It was writing that I manage to remain sane when the ground where I stood shook violently more than once along my journey. When I do, it‘s a process I can easily identify. An idea, or a conversation, or something I heard, or a feeling stays with me for a couple of days… no matter what I do, or wherever I go, the though is always on the back of my mind then,suddenly, I have this need to let my mind roam free, while my hand try desperately to follow.
With a page and a pen all comes down… sometimes I don’t really know where my thoughts are going, until I am done and read the words I wrote, then all comes together. It’s like I am hypnotized and, in this trance, I am completely open to show my true nature and set myself free.
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