🌹💜They told me that I have become tougher, more lonely, cruder, more impatient.
Maybe it's true: I have patience for wounded hearts, but not for people who want to hurt.
No compromise: I don't want to be satisfied.
The emptiness scares me, not the free space where sun and wind chase each other.
Loneliness is a great friend who taught me to draw the "next door" that have precise shapes and not adaptable to anyone.
Between days of restlessness and reconstructions, now I'm real ...
... loved or hated, between serenity and restlessness.
Imperfect.
Aware.💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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