I write about men who changed me, but I'm afraid it's too frank. About moments of weakness, when I'm strong, but inside the puzzle is broken. This is not for the eyes of others.

Sometimes I write down things that I want to say, but I'm silent, but it only remains in notes, because it's not always possible to express my desires without pain.

These notes are for me, to understand that I still feel, I can still dream. This is not for likes and not for approval. Just for the soul.