Today I cried, and last time was long ago. I cried and didn’t held the tears.
It was good, it was bittersweet and it was a relief.
I realized that sometimes when I write I write to impress people. Because I know my writing has an effect.
But this time I wrote to convey a feeling, to send my message across the paper.
It was different, and at first I didn’t know what to do because I felt the writing was something else. I was worried that by straying out of the main road something worse might come out, but it didn’t.
It was worth it.