Writing is a way to escape from a part of my life and a way to relax after several events going on with it. Sometimes we write a journal, a diary, moods, on paper, on a sticky-note, in our phones, in a tablet, on a word document, in twitter, in facebook and all the social media which involves the art of drawing thoughts with the written word.
For me, writing in a more public way in the internet is a risk, of people I know reading everything that goes through my mind and even sometimes people who I have no idea on who they are read all of it and I am not sure why they keep reading.
After some time being mute in the blog, my feeling was "man I miss this". This is my journal, my everyday escape from a part of reality which I don't hate, but neither loath to death. Writing is a passion. I have several projects which involve the written word in several aspects, where I can pour my imagination and my experience with the one love I have.
Here a fragment of one of my most secret projects yet, which I won't reveal just yet, but wanted to have it on record here.
"What is a dream after all? A dream is what your heart
desires and your brain makes an image of it and flashes it while sleeping, or even
while being awake, like an endless movie that just needs to continue."
The writing might be sloppy, but it is still a working project which needs to be taken care of in order for it to grow.
I feel somewhat attached to the story line which I have been creating for a while for dreams we dream and lives impossible to avoid.
I hope you liked a little of it.
Disclaimer: All opinions are my own, the extract is part of a project I'm working on at the moment. It is all my creative work.
