Vital flame

Hello,

This week has been quite busy, I have been quite busy with the diplomaed and social networks (I had a post with more than 3000 views and I feel very happy about it). In the same way, I have been helping my cousin with the girl (caring for another human being requires a lot of time and dedication), luckily she is quite judicious. I have also been reading, later I will upload an entry about it. Finally, I have the flu and the weather is not helping at all. I leave you this post that I really like and I didn't know whether to share it because it is very emotional.

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This post was written on April 30th. 

One of the advantages of being neurodiverse is that we have a greater sensitivity to the predictable reality of life, not for nothing is that artists (who happen to be the most screwed up in their mental health) are those who best express feelings and desires of the spirit.

It's been a long time since I felt the urge to write something that was breaking my vital flame, at this moment it could be said that I'm going through an episode of a lot of emotional/neural activity, probably directed by the hormones that indicate that my period is almost here, in addition to the medicines that I decide to take to not be so screwed up.

I literally feel fed up, it's as if someone who was dozing all this time has woken up abruptly and has screamed in release: you can't keep waiting for something that's never going to come.

It's just that I don't even feel like showing the poetic side of the story, because in reality the poem has never been written, it's just been a sketch that has been on my mind for too long. Inspiration exists, breathes, suffers, loves and yearns, but it has never wanted to be evoked by my lips or my strokes. So today I decide to write about the incoherence of feeling, the cruelty of hope and the eternal agony of heartbreak.

Unfortunately for some, I always end up being right in my approximations about the results of the actions of those who accompany me along the way.

Maybe at some point or for a fraction of a second you will feel, and it will be more than you ever thought. And you will know, I will not be there again. Never.

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I send you a hug from this beautiful tropical paradise called Colombia.