As long as we don't die... This is gonna be one hell of a Story...

I see you .. Struggling to find the word.. The easiest.. Just one single word.. A few letters matched together.. Somewhen.. Somewhere.. From someone long gone.. I see you .. Staring at the blank page.. Watching the shades of white.. Looking away to get back at it.. Thinking of stories you read.. Written by others.. So easily.. I see you .. Biting your tongue.. Getting mad of the fact that you don't have notes.. You wanted to make them.. A while ago.. On the bus.. I see you.. You're not alone

Sometimes love is like Stepping on ice You slip and fall You get up easily You slip and fall It takes longer to get up You slip and fall another time You think about if you wanna get up again And sometimes The ice under your feet breaks Pulls you into the frozen water And sometimes Someone pulls you out And sometimes Nobody does and you sink deeper And sometimes You have to do it yourself...

Anyone ever woke up in the basement of life to someone upstairs calling your name.. You maybe don't make it out of the house, but at least out of the basement.. You enjoy the warmth and light and energy it gives you.. The hope of not leaving the house alone.. But.. You forgot the shadow, that still waits for you to pull you back down.. Harshly over the stairs, to make sure you're not getting out there soon again...

Hey beautiful souls out here, I'm back and I left you all a new short story. It's called "24 Hours To Midnight" and it's available on my page. Please go and give it a try, leave a like, follow, review or comment if you like. Happy Christmas 🎄🎁

Christian Grey had 50 shades, but how many shades has the color red? I will never know, even though it's surrounding me through all my work as an artist. Nobody will ever know the power the color red holds in it's depths. Still I want to invite you to get on a trip through the shades, come join me in my new collection of short Stories.

*read the full version in my poems BROKEN ROADS AND ENDLESS SKIES Coast to coast East to west There is us State on state In between But there is us And it's only getting better And it's only getting deeper Deeper than the sea Much more than it could ever be And it's only getting deeper And it's only getting wilder Wilder than a river Much more than it could ever be Four wheels down by the ocean With just our hearts in motion This is us ....

With you it's real.

Sólo eres tú.. only you where it starts and ends!!

Hell is empty.. All devil's wander among us..

Today's date is bringing you something new! Read INTO YOU firsts chapter on my page now! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! ~~ No matter how hard you try~~ ~~ No matter how protected~~ ~~ one day the flame will find its way to you~~ ~~ make sure you're ready to handle the fire~~

Don't be afraid of the next chapter of your life, You know who the writer is.

PURE series part one is out and available to read in my stories. Give it a try!!!! Thanks for all the love! #pure #pureseries #purehim #pureher #thestorytellers

Ever walked into a bookstore Took one book out and placed it right back into the shelf? Judged by it's cover, it's weight, it's amount of words.. Take it out again Turn to page 100..in the middle Two options to find here The writers highest point Or his lowest With only one thing in common The writers soul You might wanna take it with you now...

~ How big must be Your library After all the times You had to write Your own story All over again ~

Your eyes Are holding up the sky Your eyes Make me weak I don't know why Your eyes Make me scared to tell the truth I thought my heart was bulletproof Now im dancing on the roof And everybody knows... I'm into you..

Keep your hand in the flames.. Sooner or later you get what you're asking for..

We were riding down this road on my motorbike Your arms wrapped around my body tightly Your head resting on the back of my shoulder I told you to let go of me, to raise your arms and enjoy the moment While my hand held on tight to the bike and the other on your thigh The second you let go I felt freedom and trust like I never did before. For the first and last time.

I got myself a Hoodie with the Note ' DONT - JUST - EXIST - LIVE ' If living means, pain, loss, love, adventure, dreams, nightmares, darkness, light, tears, smiles, being stuck, moving on, moving back and forth.. Then, I think, I'm quite good at it, we all are in the moment we decide to lift up the dice!

I was looking on my Phone, seeing Stories and Posts with Happy Faces, not replying to my Texts - And I was starting to wonder why I feel so useless, they were just spamming me that one day, calling for help, desperately telling me something Until I realized it's not useless, it's USE-LESS They use me when they need me, or nobody is around, when they don't need me they USE me LESS I should feel happy & worried about it at the same time, happy about used-less but worried about needed-less

There was something about that Day, that Day we spent down by the Lake, in the Way we were looking at each other in the Way we were talking to each other touching each other... If I knew before that would be our last Kiss.. I would have kissed you longer, deeper..

A friend told me this a few days ago "One day, that one person will realize that your Love was the purest and honest the person could ever receive, and on that day you will feel ease, all the pain and the hurt you're going through now will just leave you" One day... *Side Note : both of my Stories are now FEATURED 😭 'UNTIL THEN' & 'TARA'

I was sitting by the River, that was softly moving below my Shoes. The Skyline of the City was shining brightly in the Sunlight, that was losing its strength the last Days. Fall was close. The Buildings and Streets with all the rush and noise were far, far enough to calm my Mind. My Mind that was haunted by the thoughts of the things that happened the last Weeks. Was it the Silence I was wishing for or was I getting numb? Building up broken Walls make Places silent, Souls too.

I almost died - down there in Tampa. The surfboard hit my head and the waves crashed over me. The ocean took my mind, into the wild, down to places where no feet will ever walk. The waves washed off what's good and left just blurry memories. I left a part of me in the water and I will never get it back. Never.

My tears woke me from my dreams about you, about us. -We were hanging out by the river, like we always did. With beer in our hands, too young to drink, but we didn't care. You're walking into the Water and you raised the bottle a last time, then you disappeared.- The hands of the Girl besides me holding tight to my shirt, asking not to leave, not tonight, this night you left me, her, us, 5 years ago. I had to go, for a walk, just for a while with a promise on my lips. "I'll come back"

I heard someone say "you're not afraid of the dark, you're only afraid of what's in it". I for myself never been afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of the light sneaking into the dark, giving birth to weird dancing shadow creatures, trying to grab you by your feet. The dark smoothly surrounds you, wraps you in it's cozy blanket, safe from all.