I simply write

Today I write everything that I have not written yet and get carried away by the infinite thirst to capture on cardboard sheets with ink droplets forming words that together will look like a dense text of someone suffering when you can not pour on canvas drops black ink. As my soul is black, thin, dark and sad. Today I want to keep writing to pour my innermost thoughts and let them flow for a while as my deep distress of penalties and converted back to a golden fountain pen filled with light and energy to start my life again. ...

Let me write so fluently and without correction, and better reflect the senses of my heart, leaving me clear away by the waves of pain as shaping of my soul I go very smoothly, becoming the writer of notes and texts, large and intense that I always wanted to be.