Memories of a dreamer

Many call me crazy, but what if I am, after all, the best people in the world are. Even so, I'd say I'm more of a dreamer. My name, at least here is Sombrio and actually that word could be used to describe me in many ways, since I had always felt that I did not totally belong in here, in this life that since I was born made me unwillingly play a stupid and trivial role. I felt completely alone and out of place there, until one day I came across this people who would end up being my very best friends. But even with them I can't be entirely myself since there's still a part of me,in the very deep of my heart that remains unknown even for me. And that's why I write, for that and to be heard, to make people aware of the infinitely deep ocean of memories and feelings that they might be glazing at when they look at anyone, friend or stranger. To encourage them to explore and embrace their own inside, and, above all to fulfill one of the most burning desires that I've been dreaming of since I was a child, to be fully understood.