Straight from the heart

No one, I say No one should decide how other then themselves can live their life.
Please, concentrate.
I read about people that care so much about who loves who, or about what really is in others underware.
So, wich life are we living?
I often think about this short life we have. So short, so many days lost in boredom or unhappiness. I decide I want to know nice people, I’m careful about the dangerous ones, the angry ones and the ignorants.
I want the youngers to feel safe, not to worry about their gender or their feelings. We are so wrong if we are still teaching some stupid dangerous thoughts. Bad thoughts leed to hate, hate leed to violence. We don’t need anymore of this!
So, I always disliked facebook, but I look for my favourite artists: writers, painters, singers… and I’m learning so many different situations.
Let the others be, help when you can and stop every stupid joke that leed to hate. If you really think that you can’t accept what is different from you, start loving yourself, I think you just need to understand what scares you better than for you to scare .

I love myself..I believe

I’m happy to be  me because I’m honest with myself, because I like my thoughts.

Sometimes I really keep me good company .

The thing is.. when someone’s always by your side no matter what, what you feel?

So, I’m grateful I ‘m still in one piece.

Look at me, I’ve been through some holes to hell!

I faced my fears, I’m still looking back from time to time, but what to do with something you never chose?

You don’t choose to lose someone, you don’t choose when the grim is going for a visit, it comes!

I’m on my feet and I’m in good company,I have love and I have to stop with these fears of loss.

I felt abandoned in my childhood, but to lose in these days that’s a different kettle of fish.

I’m fine, I have a dream, I need a project, everybody needs, to go on.

I’m writing every time I can and obviously it’s a hard thing to do, ’cause it’s like the universe notices it sending me distractions every minute.

I’m stubborn with this purpose, I’ll do it.

Don’t worry! I’m writing the story in italian, I know my english is good enough just to communicate, not to write really!

If a day, maybe, let me dream… It will score, maybe you’ll read it.