Writing from my inner worlds...

Monsoon gardens and a desire for coolness appeared in me as soon as I felt the warmth passing through the light into the room. The sun seemed to give me no peace when I was little. I exposed myself to every ray of sunshine. It seemed to heal me. I didn't understand the rules, but I felt them. I was always able to awaken these unknown worlds within myself. , full of desire and the will to discover. Some of them were virtual, some were walks in places I had not yet been to, some were spiritual, others were in books, others in forests, others in parks, and still others on continents. Beyond these worlds, there was another, completely different one, as if it were the ideal one, the best one, the night world, the most mysterious and most beloved, contact with the stars and the moon. Perhaps that is why this sphere of divine help from the universe is inseparable and works with the same power of adoration and love as my blindness to your inconveniences. Actually, I think it's the other way around, it's your blindness to the grey, dark side that I always walk alone and have to get out of by myself, using secrets and powers from beyond this world

do you even think about me now I know you don't that penetrating thoughts are not enough for something to survive and I even like it because I know that true feelings and friendship come with time but it's not a habit it's something else untamed at a given moment in life that makes people connect for a moment or forever our nuances constantly intertwine and screech as if I could play the violin, but I can't, sorry