Truths

I don't write popular pieces, I actually tell embarrassing truths about myself and about many others.

I could do cheesy pieces, sure to sell well, sentences so 'corny' as to attract the myriad of deluded people out there looking for romance... Instead I write for the other half, the one that drinks bitter coffee, always feels out of place and has stopped dreaming.

I write for those who, like me, have been slapped in the face so many times that they feel anesthetized and sailed away, with a sketchy heart and a tattered soul, those who start over every day despite the shards scattered everywhere. I write about that abused, confused and battered love, the real one that has never been understood.

How many are we? Many, invisible to most, mixed in the subways, lost in the crowd, all unsuspected strangers full of love that no one wants. Yes, I am writing for those of us forgotten by every god who have stopped praying.

A thousand thousand emotional scruffy people who hide their tears behind so many 'I'm a fairy tale' but remain silent too long victims of memories. I'm not just writing for me, I'm writing for you what remains when the day ends and the music does, while our empty hands remain full.

Yes. I write for us.

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