In these months my inner life composed of emotions, seems improved thanks to the discovery of new people who have broken a sort of loneliness and changed that sort of monotonous and boring routine.
The days pass and now it seems that I feel more distant than that warmth of presence although there are still contacts. Listening to me, looking inside me and wondering what, certain people, arouse me inside I realized that I live with a side that feels and finds itself very alone inside me!
A hard side to explain and share because very deep and personal. Life has very strange "rules", it is difficult to understand many mechanisms that characterize and surround us. Life is made up of many small mysteries and takes pleasure when the most magical part emerges that can rekindle hope.
I feel very lonely and that is why I am "borrowing" my time to try to get closer to a different reality of my four walls.
People sometimes know how to emit a unique warmth that is able to animate and give life to even the coldest and most deadest things. When these people are gone, it creates a great void and pain of lack that is not easy to handle.
We are warmth, we are magic but really special people are rare and always seem distant or impossible to reach.
