Water. Fire. Black. White.

I want to write. Write what's in my soul, without anything stopping or censuring me. But I don't know about what.
I feel that words fail every time I try to project them on the paper.
Empty words, without connection, are being formed in my mind. And no matter how many attempts I do, no matter how hard I try, they won't fit. They are the opposite of each other.

Water. Fire. Black. White. Dark. Light. Tall. Short.
Opposed as everything in this life.
Everything's sensitive, unnoticeable. So cold, getting colder. Just without connection. So barely spoken.
Nothing makes sense.

And here I am. Lost, rambling in secret and obscure thoughts, never spoken before.
Difficult to understand? Difficult is trying to write when our minds go around and around and around, trying to find themselves and getting lost more and more.

Difficult is to find our path.

«A person who doesn't read = a body with an empty soul»

A book is an open door to the evolution and represents the path to wisdom. A house, to be considered a house, needs to have books. They tell their owners story better than anyone else.

Every time I read a book, I feel that I'm part of the story that is being told. I feel like I'm teleported into the book and I automatically take the role of the main character. It feels like you lost all sense of reality and everything that's happening around you.

[credits to Diego Lezama]

Reading a book is a complicated task: we want read more and more until we discover the end of the story, but we also want to "preserve" the book and read it calmly, so that we can "taste" it for a longer time.

«And I'm at Peace Again...»

Sweet. Deep. Mysterious. Sensual. This is the sea.

«I feel the salty waves come in

I feel them crash against my skin»

                                                     (Panic! At The Disco)


It can delight me more and more as time goes by.
Its waves resemble storms when they clash vigorously on the rocks. Its deep blue color magnifies itself in the darkness.

And I wonder how there could be anything as beautiful and magnificent as the sea. How can the king of the storms turn into something so soft and serene?

It brings fullness to my soul when I listen to the sound of the waves sliding through the sand and coming back again to where they belong. It's something that only it, the sea can provide.

[credits to Tumblr]