If I think of the few hats I wore, I am reminded of the ending of a book that flowed into my eyes while, inside, my soul was scratched even though everything, in the end, did not add up.
If I think of the few hats I wore, vague moments come to mind when at all costs I wanted one, just to cover my thoughts.
If I think of the few hats I wore, I see the ones I gave away, as long as the others did not experience them in the same way but enjoyed their lightness.
If I think of the few hats I wore, I don't know if I've ever felt completely inside them, but they were enough for me to hide, to feel just the right amount of diversity on me to comfort and deceive myself.
But if I now think of the few hats I wore, today only one comes to mind, the one that no one has chosen for me and that I have decided to wear and throw in the air.
So, after all, life works. Sooner or later, stop covering yourself and choose. To be and put away.
My words, 2020
