The moon is full of looks that got lost looking for an answer.

The moon is full of looks that got lost looking for an answer.

How to start?. This year for me it has left too much pain, feelings that I had never experienced and new knowledge. I hope my 2022 is calm without drama without suffering or complications. I will support myself to heal all my wounds and to feel good about myself.
How was your 2021?
Feel free to express your feelings in the comments.

I am tired, very tired my mind wants to rest and sleep cannot solve it, it scares me. I don’t understand what is happening to me, at one point I feel normal and suddenly I begin to remember, to blame myself, to hate myself and it makes me want to cry so badly. And it is present, that darkness that threatens to consume me and I am very afraid …

I’m not really asking for much, for now I just want to sleep well, laugh too much, go out for a breath and think that I’ll be better soon.

I am becoming addicted to loneliness, tranquility, silence, not speaking and not letting anyone in …

Although time passes, there are words, moments and feelings that are never forgotten …

My body lying on the cold ground of my garden, my ears caressed by the soft sound emitted by the leaves, the cold breeze caressing my face and my gaze lost between constellations. Wouldn’t that be a << perfect night? >>.

Which is better, to have a tutor or make mistakes only one, on the one hand, a tutor will guide you and advise you not to make mistakes on the other hand is to learn your own from your mistakes, fall and get up to get stronger but I heard more than two versions of “have a tutor or learn by yourself” and analyze it and I think I know the answer.


People live escaping from the rain, trying not to get wet, not to ruin their shoes, not to screw up their hair. But from time to time we don't arm ourselves with madness, we embrace the lucidity of that moment and jump into puddles, we soak our soul, we get drunk in that oil of nature that we are ourselves. "
And then it happens
that on any day
you run into winter
head-on with the
melancholy, and you
give to look at the sky,
for losing yourself in it,
until you feel that you are
there, up, being
cloud or drizzle.
