Violet

Here we are. Just finishing our experience… It has been a beautiful chance to improve our writing skills under an optional anonymity.

Some days I had the odd feeling of having the power of freedom to write what I want, without thinking about what people was going to think, without expecting any comment, without having the fact other people was going to read my pieces of life. Yes…that’s how I want to present my blog…pieces of my own life…

It has been a pleasure to have the opportunity to know each of you through the way you decided. Good job Virginia, good job community!


Violet

There’s no one else than you and me. No words, no light, no darkness, no cold, no hot, no pains, no problems. Face to face, throwing feelings off, sketching silhouettes, losing fears, sharing caresses. Just you and me, just you and me...Close your eyes, make a wish, could this moment last forever? Take my hand, keep me inside.

I promise I’ll never let this feeling go. Just do the same as me.

Trying to compensate that difficult time, trying to hide it, to forget it, to break that moment like you break a painful old photograph. How difficult is to live the present without thinking about the past, without thinking about the future. The Past’s ghosts are coming again, making me remember, and I try to fight against them, I close my eyes strongly, “Go out! Go out…please”. Alone surrounded by a lot of people, hiding tears, screaming without voice, listening without understanding, watching without sight, sleeping with open eyes. I don’t want to step backward, I don’t want to step forward, I want to stay alive in the present. Why are you saying me not to cry? Why are you trying to convince me there are things worse than this? Are you suffering it like I am? I make a big effort to touch my dead machine of ideas and I can’t recognize it…Why me…Why there is all the time that horrible smell…smell of fear, smell of hospital…
Shut up…just hold me tight…

To Ann