Itś been ages since last time I found my self writing down someth about me.

I want to start writing about how I have been feeling recently.

Months, Weeks, Days, Hours, Seconds, it has no day in which I have not found my self going around my brain-mess. 



Talking to much about my inside characters. Every now and then, the voices stops. At moment I could pay attention to was going on on my deeply Self. Quiet, peace, freedom just to named a few. 



Suddenly start writing like a craziness speed, hit up to a wall. Going throw that wall I found peacefully writing in the dark hours, the city in silence, the house in silence with a Cigarette on my left hand. Hit up really slowly enjoying the moment of one part of myself. 



That part that is telling me, I wanna go up to the sky. I came from long distances to achieve the unattainable. So star working on, there are plenty  work to do yet.



Here I am, doing, feeling, present,  comfortable, here and now.



The ice tiny ball starts rolling at any direction possible.