“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
I was there, alone, no understanding my own feelings. They were always there for me, with me. Where is everybody? Why so much silence? Why I do not hear their laughs, their stories anymore? Oh the kisses and hugs, how much I miss them all. Now they are very far away, unreachable, ignoring the pain of the person that have loved them so much. They decided to abounded her, leave her there. She is crazy, she does not know what she is talking about. She is living in a fantasy. We are the strong women of the new generations, the ones that go out and conquer the world, we are so proud of ourselves that we do not have time to lose with you little insignificant thing. You are not like us, you do not think like us, you deserve all you had to suffer in your live, you deserve to live with your dream alone. We do not need to support you. We do not believe in what you believe. Can you see? We are this bundle of muscles, with the perfect life, you do not belong here. Get out of here! Yelled her. That was the last time anyone saw her again, the last time her tears ran over her face. She started walking without direction, toward the infinite, she got lost between letters and magical undiscovered worlds, she created her own characters and habited the planet with people like her, friends and family in good and bad moments. They were together forever. She populated her solitude and drew that perfect world, now you see families, children laughing, all together, helping each other. You do not hear more labels, there are not race, nationality of origen, political parties, strong women, gays, lesbian, Chinese, hindus, muslims, there are not excess of anything, they live without false realities and the lies all and everyone want to believe. It is a pure world of books, stories, music, art and travels. Welcome to my solitude. I love you and I make you live here, in this white piece of paper, day after day, but you refuse to notice it, you continue ignoring the reality. After all, you are the one with the eternal truth, the always right, the one that did not have to live what I have lived, thanks god for that. Welcome to my little space. Forever in love, the dreamer that one day opened her eyes in a distant world, empty, in the solitude of her own dreams.
Sometimes life put a lot of challenges in our way, depend of us to overcome them and continue trying no matter what. Some will support our dreams, others will laugh at them, ignore us and desire the worst. Never ever give up. In today outfit I am bringing color and passion to my own solitude. I hope you enjoy today delivery. You are always welcome to my everyday solitude. I do not know how to make the days even better without you all.
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