My friend, my follower, my reader, my akin soul, my unkown, my acquaintance, my garden, my treasure chest,
I beg your pardon and I know you love me though my absence. Well', I''ve always been here, just too busy to write down some notes. I should't be letting myself writing- actually I'm supposed to be doing some more packing. Will this ever come to an end? Packing, moving, being interviewed, promoting my project, working on my thesis. Tell me there'a a reason for this period of restlessness, uncertainty, suspension. Tell me there's a space for me as well.
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento