Sometimes my emotions are overflowing and I know that if I don't write something, I explode like volcanoes and then I calm down... my strength runs out... Sometimes I come across someone like me. That's when I pick up the pen. I'm telling myself, my pen is constantly writing long sentences and deep stories. Sometimes, those injured people tell their story, this time my pen. My heart is so sensitive that even the scales weighing it are lighter than a feather.....