There are days when you start searching and getting to know yourself. Hello here i am…That’s how you get to know yourself, then you give yourself up to rediscover yourself…better…wiser…maybe another bit more different.

There are still days when you want to be silent, ignore the crowd, be with yourself… away from the crowd, away from unnecessary noise.

Maybe there are days when you want to talk but something keeps you silent… and moments when you have to be silent and can’t…

Sometimes there are days when you laugh and other days when you want to cry…continuously, non-stop…like an escape.

There are days when you don’t want to see anyone anymore, you just want to find your own way and the only one in the world where you find yourself.

There are also days to forget… too dusty days from the passage of years, on which a layer of dust has settled on the previous one… and another…

And days when… you wonder if it’s fair what’s happening to you.

There are days when you have a choice and days when others choose for you.

Sometimes there are days when you have to run away and days when you have to stay… to be for yourself and for others… for him and for her… for them and for the others…. and less for you.

There are days when you have to face your problems to fight… and days when you have to prepare for the battles that follow.

There are days when you have to do what you promised yourself, be fair to yourself, and days when you can no longer ignore your reasons for doing so…you have no where…how…and why…you have no reasons.

There are still days when you dream….and days when you need to wake up and bring your dream back to earth….to make it come true……to fight for it.. …because it’s a part of you.

There are still days when you feel really happy and you write with life and about life… you write about emotions and beauty.

But there are days when everything leads you to disappointment and shortcomings.

There are days when you learn to live with passion and to the fullest….and you feel that everything is good for you.

Then there are days when you have to come to terms with the pain… the illness… and accept your fate.

……And there are days….those days when maybe it’s better not to write….but the passion….to write is hard.