I broke the wheel
I've just come back to this virtual place of mine by chance and I couldn't resist to write something. I don't know if I will use it again, I don't feel the need to type down my feelings or impressions anymore. But maybe I should: somehow it was part of my inner processes, and it helped me to keep my ability to see the beauty around me, even in the darkest times. In my latest post, dated seven years ago, I was craving to break the wheel of dispair that trapped me for many years. Just in case you were wondering -and probably not- it hasn't passed much time since I was able to breake the endless loop. Now I'm trying to find my way, signed by the weight of fear and anxiety of the shadows from my past. Too often it doesn't seem to be finished at all, and I can't tell if it actually is. But surely, and finally, something beautiful moves on, and I'm riding the wave.
