Kevin A. Ruiz

I can't express my feelings, so I write them. I have problems, and some of them are my own fault.


Because I write down my emotions, these are generally unedited, they are written purely in the heat of the moment, anger, sorrow, happiness, etc.

Be gentle to those who seem tough on the outside. They could be more fragile than you thought humanly possible on the inside.

They kept me back, made me sit down. They told me to shut up, they told me not to move. They told me the pen is mightier than the sword, and gave me paper; only to later throw out what I had written to them. Then I got older, and they yelled at me "Actions speak louder than words!" Yet how is one to act when taught action was forbidden? When told since birth to sit quiet and do nothing? My words are all I have; not even verbal ones. What I write... is all I have.


Sometimes it feels like the whole world is inside a box, a box that I'm not allowed to be in. I don't want to be inside the box, I don't think... sometimes I just wish someone would step outside the box for once...