Every newspaper worth its salt has an editorial, and we are not going to be any different. So far I have not written one, so this will serve as an introduction, albeit a bit late.
Over time I learned to turn those words that others wrote in images in my mind and feelings that enriched and nourished my soul, and I think that’s how I became a dreamer. And the next step was the need to put into words my own dreams and feelings.
I created stories, I poured my feelings into poems, I let my feelings flow and allowed it to become the main feature of my character, and then the stark reality fell on me, taking me by surprise. Like most dreamers, life hits me every day. For several years I locked in myself and I learned to survive as I could, hiding behind walls with trying to contain the damage, but my efforts only served to become a shadow of myself, full of fears and complexes. I lost my dreams and most of my life energy to be correct but I did not learn to fight against my nature and for some months I am getting my will to live, to dream, to free my soul from the cage it was in.