I don't always know what I write about. My confused mind tells me the letters, and my brain controls my hands, which quickly start pressing the buttons to later form words. Words which make sentences which express what I feel, who I am. Sometimes, there are inapprehensible texts. Also secrets. Stuff I am not sure if I'll let someone read. Because It's me in my fullest expression. With no masks or characters. And, why do knights use armature, or why do policemen use bulletproof vests? To protect theirselves. Because they know that without that they are weak and everybody could destroy them. Here, It's only me. I mean, I can also hurt myself but not as much as people who live outside my personal buble. I like metaphors. I really like them. I think the lessons they teach are the same as you can see on everyday objects or things. And as stupid as It may sound, I'm right. At least in my head I do. Because whoever have created the world could not think a totally fucking different system for every damn thing that exists. Because, in the end, we are all from the same series.
