Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write the first thing that comes to my mind.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I love to write, because it is within the world of writing that there are no barriers, where the impossible becomes possible, where there are no distances or borders. It is in that picturesque, sublime, and delicate world where I can be with you…
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write to express what sometimes eats away at me.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write because it is there that I find no limitations, it is there that my spirit can manifest itself without restraints, it is there that battles against my fears arise—but it is there that I feel at home, in my world, and it is there that I emerge victorious.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write to appreciate the beauty of people, of things, and of life itself.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write to feel closer to you.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write because it is there that I find peace, where I can relieve the weight my soul has been carrying.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write because it is the perfect place where I can find myself, where I discover a little more of who I am.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write to escape the vile world we live in.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write to feel a little less alone.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, I like to write because I want to be, because I like to be, and because I like to be happy.