On August 12 I noticed first signs of Autumn, I can sense the decay is slowly coming, almost unnoticeable and when it’s finally time, I will wake up with numb fingertips, painless, just cold.
I burned my childhood and teenage diaries today. I read a few pages from them and it seems I was very lonely and all I wanted was to be loved. And no one would love me.
I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
One begins to feel that all reality is internal and the remainder of the perceived universe is unreal or only exists in a dream state.
— Virginia Woolf