Tinsy tiny thoughts.. big river in the head

I once thought that maybe.. just maybe i can do what everybody does.. survive maybe go with the world, im not writting this to please, las ganas de escribir me ganaron.. every time i write I feel a big munch, chunks of ideas flowing and then rolling in my head, waiting a perfect time or a way, to get out to be expressed, what i think i feel it becomes bigger in away i cant contain..

I see stories, i see myself, i dont know how to put them in order i just write what comes first..

Ive been waiting for an app or looking the right one or a mi parecer. So writing becomes easier second handed custom.

Let me ask a public question.. have you ever wonder whats really inside your own head, who you really are..(quite the cliche huh?) I doubt anybody really understand what those simple words really mean.. heh i wonder, ever seen or taken a upclose look to yousrself.. by those words i mean what your real character whose the one hiding behind your face?.. and more questions come.. 💭💭💭💭