Caleruega was silent and serene, for starters. It was teeming with multitude hues of greens and picturesque views my naked eyes could possibly sight. Sunshine was always abundant; and although I expected it to be sunny and breezy, the heat of March was still bearable to pull-off an outfit that required my soiled and thick denim jacket. The silence was oddly good for...
I have all these thoughts kept in the little compartments of my brain, all of it naturally bleeding in my heart. But words are missing. Stuck somewhere. Nowhere. Seemingly buried deep down elsewhere. Truth is, I don't write much anymore and I incredibly miss the adrenaline rush only words can give. I wish I could write more. Better. It is my heart that...
