Death is like a breakup. It leaves the survivors thirsty. Desires are confused with memories longing for a place to be. Something is incomplete. — Today I am mending my heart, knowing I’ll soon hand the keys of my family house to the buyers. I spent most of the afternoon inside this place where I grew up, collecting garbage to…
There’s a room with lots of words. I love you I am not enough I shouldn’t do this That’s too much … I keep walking inside the room, looking at all I see. I can touch these words. They seem real. When I have enough, because there is always a moment I have enough, I walk past all…
The last dream I had, which eventually turned into a plan, was to travel solo to Asia for some time. I truly enjoyed every single moment of that trip. It was also very challenging, way more than I thought (not because of the places I visited: Asia is actually a great destination for women travelling solo). The challenge was the…
