2 years had passed since I wrote to you..

Dear blog,

well, you crossed my mind. :)

First I wanna write about this thing in my head something I really want to share with you and to everyone who will encounter you in the internet.

I'm thinking well.. as I pass through days, months, year or years, I have been learning about the rooms I haven't been to before, these were the rooms of life that was locked up before and now I have opened one and I am currently holding its key.

This room I was able to step inside is designed with different colors, some are red, blue, orange, green, some walls have splashes of paint colored black and beige, one desk, one bed, and 2 closed windows. It suffocates me in some way. So I decided to open the windows and just let the air went in and breathe.

Why do I have the key to this room? I don't understand why I'm here, I was so scared. I thought I should go back to where I was the last time.
I stood ready to leave the room when the wind coming from the 2 windows banged the door in front of me.

It was so sudden that I can't help but look at the windows widely open it was as if I was outside this room the air is going back and forth touching the ends of my skin like it has its very important message.

I spent the hours, days, months and years living in this room. Understanding what it means like to be in a life filled with colors and splashes of paints, a desk to study and learn more and a bed to rest my mind, my heart, my being. I don't totally understand it, maybe because I have to wait for another door to open, I had to find its key.

The air reminds me of a gift I was given just when I was about to be conceived, the breath of life, it's a recognition of who designed me.
The colors are the different emotions I have been to while I walk in the human paths.
the 2 closed windows are my eyes.
the wind are the people who believe in me, trust in me and most of love me.