Guys, it feels so good to be writing again. As I said to
snopes_faith some days ago, it feels like fresh air after two weeks trapped into an elevator. And somebody had farted in it. Yes. Repeatedly. Yes, I know.
This forced abstincence reminded me that this is what I want to do in my life. The rest can really go to hell for what I'm concerned. I can't live without my words, it's out of question. I can't even live just with the others' words, no matter how wonderful they are (and they are definitely better than mine). It's the difference between watching kids playing at the park and giving birth to yours. No matter if those kids look better than yours - it's not the same.
Just meant to scribble this down before I forget it again.