It happens that people appear - and disappear. They leave their traces, stories, laughter, and sometimes - wounds. But there is something that is always with me. My silence. My strength. My soul, which knows how to heal itself.

When everyone leaves - I leave myself hope. The ability to look at the sky and believe that it will be better. I leave myself my poems, my smells of tea, my evenings with books. And my dream - to meet someone who will not leave.

Loneliness is not an enemy. It teaches you to protect yourself. So that later you can open up again - not from emptiness, but from love for yourself.