an ancient gesture like a handwritten letter that will arrive in the mailbox, so familiar with that spelling, I was moved to tears ... mica then take much to put me to cry .... especially these days!!
because right now, old fears and anxiety that accompanies every little gesture and every little decision to make are back with great force to keep me company.
the letter I sent her my sister, who in times like these we feel we usually via mail or chat or video chat or sms or mms or so on and so forth has chosen to write with pen and paper and send Photo came last: thank you, thank you, thank you!
fears and anxieties are the same then ... those are not adequate ... I had the idea too far for me, maybe not even what I remember most was this great idea ... fear of being alone in the midst of too many words ... to continuous search for something that is not and never will be if I continue to make the same mistakes ... but enough, I broke even complain!
air and I want to go back to laughing and not be afraid ... love, dream, I'm not afraid .... it was nice slogan that lasted only one season ...
oh my God but it was better not blogging in freedom! : D
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