
September is a month of beginnings, a new course, a new backpack full of illusion and a lot of dreams for some, a month to analyse new directions and improvements in one’s life. A week full of emotions and experiences reaffirm to me that the bonds we create and care for with the people around

Solitude is difficult to explain, because imagining it is just an illusion. Understanding that this absence, this emptiness cannot be filled by anything, by nothing new; I will probably fill other voids, but not that one, the hole left by the shot to my heart cannot be filled. I know that my interior is changing.