In the latter period, I have often thought about stopping writing. I told myself that it is so useless, that time could be against me, that nobody cares. Still, I couldn’t. Writing is my voice, no one is obliged to read me as no one is to listen to me, but I cannot help but write and witness the life that we often go through … Continua a leggere My Voice in Writing
“What’s up?” he asked her worriedly.“What’s not there?” she replied with a cracked mouth to a wry smile and a look full of tears.It was true, the easier it would have been to list the things that weren’t there instead of the too many that add their weight on her shoulders. Yet, he felt helpless, he had no answers nor could he find any. The … Continua a leggere What’s the Matter?