I was thinking about myself
As usualy
I get up from my bed
I took the paper and the ink
And start drawing words
I descovered that I like that
I descovered that I can do it
And then I knew that I am not lost
I can write and draw
I can feel
So I allow myself to do that.

I close my eyes
I didn't see my childhood
Or my mom
But I felt her in my angry.
I was mad and I wanted to hurt her
So I made a story where she could be what she always...