The reason for a confession is common to all of us. A loss or a great joy, the ecstasy in front of something high or the overflowing tenderness. The attempt to expose your soul to the eyes of others, who may or may not understand you, is a brave act. It receives no recognition, but there is the hope that you are not alone. A consolation is a fairy tale. Thoughts that are spread on paper in order to become fairy tales. I comfort these concerns with my own words.