Why writing?

My world is always full of thoughts. My ideas go from one side of my head to the other wondering how long they have to wait to be written. It happens when I wake up during the night after a strange dream. It happens when some experiences take place in a strange way during the day as if the world is conspiring with me to write something. It happens when I am listening to you and I start to imagine things that can not be hidden anymore in my mind and scream desesperately to be written. It happens to me everyday.

You just need to wonder how life goes through my lenses. Everyday I notice that I have new experiences that fill my soul with new energies. I have to write. Everyday I live something that gives me new reasons to beleive in changes. I have to write. Everyday I can see new scenes through my window: funny dogs running with people, kids exploring this new world, couples sharing, people contemplating the surrounding areas alone, trees sleeping waiting for the winter, grass covered with snow. All this inspire me to write, like if nobody has seen this and I needed to tell someone. However, if I can't see a beatiful scene through my window, I just close my eyes and remember the blue see of the Caribbean, the salty smell of the wind in San Juan, the sunny days in my hometown or just having fun with my playful dog, Luna.

There are many things that inspire me. Everyday I find something new in my own life that makes me contemplate the depth of human life. Moreover, everyday I wonder who can enjoy and embrace my thoughts in silence while is reading to me. I need someone who can close her/his eyes with me and transport herself/himself to the world of ideas, thoughts and emotions. Maybe, we can live, enjoy, love, appreciate life and heal our hidden wounds together.