“I spent days and nights staring at the blank page, searching the deepest corners of my mind: who have I been, what have I seen, what did I learn? I thought about all the nights I've spent outside, all the times I laid down to cry and how I took a deep breath every morning and decided to simply go on. Because what else is there to do? Decide that this is it? I quit, I'm done? Oh if I could find words to justify those feelings I've carried. I could write the thickest of books with explosions of emotions from a young girl's lost heart. I could make you see, make you hear, make you feel, at least a tiny fragment of what's out there.” LifeWritingHeartFeelingsYoungLostUnderstandingMorningLearningCryBooksAdventureEmotionsWordsWritersCryingExplosionsUnderstandFeelSeeSearchingHearOutsideOn WritingWho Am INightsVagabondGo OnVagabondingNot Give Up Book:Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps Source: Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
“If you are laying down, and face down the ground, remember, there is hope, you just need to stand up, and keep moving, cause the journey, is far from over.” Not Give Up Author:Leonardo Mena