going through my old writings, i found something i wrote when i was dreaming of having a child. it’s beautiful, vulnerable and worth the share. i hope you’ll enjoy to read it as much as i enjoyed to remember it!
thinking about what we’re not thinking about. the howl of the wind, the beat of your heart. the silence. a cat that purrs, a life inhabited. an empty smell. loose words and without sense. Continue reading “to think about what we’re not thinking about”