DATE: 26/02/2024
Sometimes I feel like a moth. A stupid moth that crashes against a window at night.
It's so dark outside and I yearn for the light in the room so badly, that I completely forget about the window infront of me.
So there I am, fighting with the glass, trying to pass it, even though it's a lost battle.
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A Writer's Notebook / Collection of Short Stories
Short Story🇪🇸 A veces todo lo que queremos es escapar de la realidad. O quizás queremos darle un sentido. En este cuaderno guardo mis relatos que me permiten (o intentan) reflejar todo aquello que pienso y siento en mi interior y quiero compartir con el mun...
