to the moon and time

I don’t write to teach. I write to understand. To connect, quietly. Without fear. Without pretending.

Some people live in the same space their whole lives.

Some people never leave the same space

I miss my life which did not even start yet. But I’m learning to build a new one — in words, in choices, in invisible control, in conversations where I no longer fear being hurt — or hurting someone else.

If you're holding this book, I want you to know: this is not a story of victory. It’s a story of interruption.

But maybe, in the quiet between the fragments, you'll hear the shape of something honest. Something human. Something that tried to keep going. Something written with care.

This is not a full story. It wasn’t written in order. It wasn’t planned.

Life paused. I didn’t know for how long. I had to leave things behind — city, studies, work, people. I didn’t expect that kind of change. But it came anyway.

These are fragments from that time. Short thoughts. Observations. Sometimes quiet. Sometimes messy.

instead I wonder walk in my mind

Dear Victor,

My life lately got tremendously better.

I am healthy and in a good psychical condition.

I'm present aware and thankful for what we I've got so far.

Whenever I find some spare time I pray and thank for all the goods I have received.

I'm also more calm about my future.

I feel like I can accomplish many things.

as if there is no tomorrow