Slept in my new apartment last night.
It's small and empty and exactly what I need right now.
I stood at the window looking out at the city and thought about Rome. About Mario. About the person I've pretended to be for so long that I'm not sure who I actually am underneath.
Maybe that's the work of the next few months. Finding out.
Or maybe I'll just build a new lie.
Either way, at least I'm here.
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Self-awareness without action is just torture. You have to actually change, Flavio. Not just think about changing.
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