What can I write right now? I'm here on my husband's workplace waiting the long 40 minutes I still have left untill 4p.m. There's not really much to do around here. Many people walk around talking to each other and checking information on their computer's screen... Some make jokes, others laugh, and there are still the ones who keep doing their jobs. A cell phone on the other work area was ringing by "y soy Rebelde", what is funny and yet weird at the same time, since we're talking about a place where people are around their 23's or 40's. Anyway... It's not ringing anymore... And even if it was, I'm now comfortably far away from it. May God help my kid not to like those kind of empty-massively-sold merchandise...
More than ever I wish I could really write something nice. I wish I could, perhaps, open the cutains of a different world, full of amasing and interesting things. I'm not good with stories... I found that out the worst way. I'm also not very good with confessions or short stories or prose in general. But I was once good at poetry. Until it got corrupted. Corrupted by my mistakes and this way, uninteresting and unworthy of my love's eyes.
I'm trying to put myself together and restart believing on my writing skills. The thing is that the fact that nobody visits this blog or gives me any cheerful comment is really not helping right now.
Anyhow... I guess I'll stop right here and try to begin something completely different when this page reload white again.
Namaste.
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