Beginning by the end
I am starting by the end because it's the point where I'm at now. Not in the end of my life, but in the end of what I've lived 'til now, as we all have. Sometimes, when you have a lot to say or tell, it's fucked up to know where to start. When you have a lot to say, but your reason or objective is not really clear in your mind, and you know it'll proably be a long story mostly when there are several ones and they're all related but at the same time have little to do, according to some, with each other. Stories, experiencies, life lessons... each one can call it whatever they want, in the end they're all the same, just depends on the point of view it's been told from. I see many things, I observe them. Sometimes I feel I'm a bit weird, but I just enjoy being entertained and I'm curious. Seeing people and things simply be, happen. Pass. I imagine what thoughts will cross ther minds when they do that action that I myself am ''sharing...