Words

Sometimes words seem not to be enough.

There is a fire inside of me which can't be described through them. I might spend hours trying to find the perfect word, and when I finally pick one, it turns out to be not the right one.

Words sound like music. You can describe reality, your reality with them. But how would you describe a feeling? Feelings can't be written. Can't be spoken. Feelings can't be compared. They can only be felt, or lived. It's the only way people can understand each other.

You need to love passionately in order to feel love. And this feeling of love increase every time you love more.

Words are delicious. They taste like future promises. If a "connection" could have a taste, I think it might be close to words' taste.

Saying that, I keep on writing. Maybe because it's too much to keep inside.

My universe needs to come out.

And I keep on reading, too. Because my universe might be similar to yours, even though we share differents experiences and paths.

I like feeling, and I love to know how you feel, 'cause the way you feel will determine how you will express that feeling.

Try to reach something that can barely be reached, is a sweet sensation, and that's what poetry is about, to me.