🌳🧡I write to you...

🌳🧡I write to you,

Because I have a great need to talk and, 

before that, 

to think.

And I can only do it with you.

This is a strange time.

Made of so many things and nothing,

of change and loneliness.

I already know what you would say to me now: 

that changes are part of life and that solitude is a privileged time to be with yourself. 

That's it.

Maybe I'm just tired.

To chase my dreams, 

to wait for people, 

to give myself without measure and to measure my spaces.

It's that I need a hug.

One of those hugs that spring brings when it's slow to arrive.

Or a kiss on the forehead, 

the kind that know how to dispel nightmares and let you breathe.

I need a clear sky that opens my gaze, 

a flowery balcony overlooking the sea and a clock with no hands, 

to remind me who I was and bring me back to who I am.

Of real people to meet in a real world, 

small and simple, 

where smiles are sincere and words, 

even the sharpest ones, 

become bridges.

I need to meet what I will become, 

without leaving shreds of regret along the way, 

without getting lost in useless grudges, 

without fragmenting myself in sterile hopes.

I want to start over from here.

Now.

Writing to myself... 
🧡💖💗💕💓💘💞💝