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Feeling are inside. Ready, ready to burst into the unknown, ready to be released from the constraint you have set, ready to become something real and not despair. The world has told you about how you should keep them inside, how you should put your head into other matters, not the useless feelings, but you cant. On an occasion where it is too much to keep inside the bubble, you let a little bit go away because you know, you know, it would explode. It wasn’t much but a little, a little that makes no damage so whenever you feel like it you let it to again. The world senses it, you are not doing ok. They talk, people talk, You shouldn’t, it isn’t right, you are hurting others, and others are suffering. You stop, and you feel more. The more you keep, the more you die. The more you die, the less you live. Hatred starts, toward people, toward the world, and toward yourself. Addictions come, the-sensible-you can’t take it anymore, there no light be seen, only darkness. A piece of paper arrives with a pen and it suggests. It suggests to you to put it down there, and you by an unknown force do it. A little, tiny piece of light appears a little weight is gone, and a little hope reaches. Because of that you get another set of papers and pens and put everything; Fucking everything. Through the action, you feel as if new doors open, new rooms full of screens — with life experiences and scenarios — and you take them. You take them all and place them out there; change some of the names and exaggerate a little. And by doing so, by taking all the pain, frustration, anger, anxiety, depression, and loss and making something of no quality but of feeling, you make, someone else to not feel the emptiness of life, but to believe again. To not stop being a kid like Peter Pan, to embrace uniqueness as Brave, to save people like Spiderman, and to love as Tony ( 3000). You are making someone feel that he or she, is worthy of at least living. And that’s all that they need and… there's fucking too many waiting. Suffering, dealing, fighting, surviving, and they need them; stories. You take nightmares by doing so.
