On thoughts

I know that when I can’t sleep I should turn to writing because it means there’s a crowd of thoughts in my mind¬†queuing to the nearest exit of expression. Some of these thoughts are so much in a hurry that they buy a VIP pass to escape first or else they’ll make a huge riot inside my head. Continue reading

The power of expression

15 years ago, in highschool, ¬†I lost the biggest love of my life, because for almost 18 months I was afraid to admit how I felt about him until he started to treat me like a sister. 12 years ago I met quite a copy of him in London, where I worked during my studies. I was dying to go to bed with him, but what would he think of me, what would my family say… Continue reading