My hands are shaking, but the letters are still found

I used to write a lot. Each day, each week I had a pencil in my hand and a paper always with me.

A year ago I stopped. God, that had been a miserable year. Even if you can fool every one else, there is no chance on fooling yourself in a long period, and I have to admit I really missed my `writing` time. When you have pencil in your hand and blank page in front of you, in your head there is thousands and thousand little thoughts trying to gain your attention. In a blank page you can find hope, dreams and so much more. you just have to let your mind be free.

Well, know I have finally bagan again putting my thoughts on paper. But there still isn't anything like before, there is no romance on 400 pages, no joke stories about me and my friends. No, I have just started to write a letters. For my friends, my parents, but mostly for you.

Iif you have found me, if you have read me, you have made me a bit more happier.

This is just the beginning.